My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence suddenly blushed and she was so embarrassed she wanted to push him away.

What did he mean she was anxious in having sex with him? Hello?

Did he not know who was the one pouncing on her, kissing her and touching her all over her body just now?

No, it was not the time to argue about this.

Still grabbing Ernest's shirt tightly with her fingers, Florence said in a low voice, "Today is the third day, we..."

We have to have sex.

Ernest's look turned gloomy, but he still wore a composed smile.

His voice was gentle and calm. "It’s okay if we don’t have sex once. I won't get sick. Don't worry."

He had always been very persuasive. With his indifferent look, she nearly believed him.

Yet how would she risk his life?

What if he got sick if they did not have sex this time?

They were in a bad situation and there were no doctors. They would be unable to gain control of the disease at all upon onset, and no one would dare to contemplate how serious the result will be.

"I don't care. You have to sleep with me today."

Florence gritted her teeth and was very assertive.

Ernest was stunned when he heard her. He looked at her with a mixed expression.

With a hoarse voice, he spoke with great difficulty, "Florence, do you know what you are talking about?"

His expression became a little dejected, "You look like a prostitute who is thirsty of sex."

“…”

Florence’s face flushed. She was enraged and shy. She wanted to cover her face and straightaway hide under the quilt, never coming out again.

Who is she doing this for? For whom?!

She was really angry that she wanted to leave him alone.

Seeing Florence looking so angry that she wanted to strangle him, Ernest once again suppressed the lust inside him.

He stood up and was ready to go out of the tent when she was angry.

But as he just took one step, Florence stretched out her arms around his waist and hugged him. Her soft body clung tightly to his back.

Ernest's body froze.

hear Florence’s soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and I

about embracing each other for warmth, we can only warm each other more if we don't wear anything. If you hold me tight, I won't feel

he did not want to make love was because he was

to take off her clothes when she slept during this weather, let alone she had

woman’s body behind him, Ernest's heart beat

was low

say, but that

her who treated him sincerely and never gave

…

night was long and

other tightly in the dark tent. They clung to each other so

could only fit into the small space

not feel crowded

leaned on Ernest's strong shoulder. She was a little

could only vaguely see the outline of his chin in the

"Ernest."

a soft, very soft

responded softly over her head.

There was some uneasiness that

"Will we die here?"

a person’s mental defense. When they were in such an environment, Florence's thought which she had

day, when they were walking in the snow, she saw only boundless snow and mountain peaks. After going past a mountain, there

they walked, the more tired they

brought in their backpacks could only

more Florence looked at such a place with no way out, the more she felt that

they did not even know

more than ten days, and the destination which awaited them at the front was a small country

matter

a short moment of silence in the

seemed to be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact

a long while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of her

do you regret

to find Raflad, and losing their way here in the end which could even

shook her head and spoke firmly,

Ernest, otherwise if he had

rather

stiff. Her unswerving words were like a pot of boiling

It can melt everything,

tight, and kissed

is Raflad. I'm not sure how many days