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

more if we don't wear

to make love was because he was afraid that she would feel

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

the woman’s body behind him, Ernest's heart beat fiercely, faster and

low and

wanted to say, but that

felt so lucky to have her who treated him sincerely and never gave

…

was

in the dark tent. They clung to

huddled together in a sleeping bag, and they could only fit into the small space when they

did not feel crowded

on Ernest's strong shoulder. She was a little tired, but she still

the outline

"Ernest."

gave a soft, very

immediately responded softly over her

spoke with a very low, soft voice. There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed in

"Will we die here?"

was too good in destroying a person’s mental defense. When they were in such an environment, Florence's thought which she had been suppressing finally popped out into

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

the more tired

water and food they brought in their backpacks could only last

felt that

to mention they did not even know where to get

days, and the destination which awaited them at

seemed endless no matter from behind or

there was a short moment of silence in

be Ernest admitting to

spoke slowly

you regret

she regret coming after him to find Raflad, and losing their way here

her head and spoke firmly, "I

if he had suffered this himself, she would feel heartbroken even if she

would rather suffer

stiff. Her unswerving words were like a

It can melt everything,

tight, and kissed

be used. The direction we are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many days it will take to