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.

from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and

each other more if we don't wear anything. If

did not want to make love was because he was afraid that she would feel

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

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

low

many things he wanted to say, but that was

so lucky to have her who treated him sincerely

…

night was long and

in the dark tent. They clung to each other

they could only fit

they did not feel crowded at

was a little tired, but she still stubbornly opened

see the outline of his chin in the

"Ernest."

gave a soft, very

softly over her head.

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

"Will we die here?"

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

snow and mountain peaks.

they walked, the

water and food they brought in their backpacks could

such a place with no way out, the more she felt that it was impossible for them to walk out of the snowfield on their

mention they did not even know where

awaited them at the front

no matter from behind

spoke, there was a short moment of

be Ernest admitting to the

a long while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the

do you

regret coming after him to find Raflad, and losing their way here in the end which could even make her lose her

and spoke firmly,

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

would rather

Her unswerving words were like a pot of boiling

It can melt everything,

her tight, and kissed

upgraded compass can still be used. The direction we are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many