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.

as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and I won’t catch a cold easily

for warmth, we can only warm each other more

want to make love was because he

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

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

voice was low and slow,

were too many things he wanted to say, but that was the only word he

so lucky to have her who treated him sincerely and

…

was long and

tightly in the dark tent. They clung to each other

and they could only fit into the small space when they held each

they did not feel crowded at

a little tired, but she still stubbornly opened

the outline of his chin

"Ernest."

soft, very

softly over her

voice. There was some uneasiness that could not be

"Will we die here?"

that darkness 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 her

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

they walked, the more tired

and food they brought in their backpacks could only last

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

mention they did not even

days, and the destination which awaited them at the front was a small country called Raflad which they had no idea how far away

endless no matter from behind

a short moment of silence

Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it made her

Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of

do you regret

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

head and spoke firmly,

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

would rather suffer with

body went slightly stiff. Her unswerving words were like a pot

It can melt everything,

and kissed her

to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many days