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.

could hear Florence’s soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve

warm each other more if

want to make love was because he was afraid that

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

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

low

things he wanted to say, but

her who treated him sincerely

…

was long and

were hugging each other tightly in the dark tent. They clung to each other so tightly that there was

could only fit into the small

did not feel crowded

was a little tired, but

the outline of his chin in

"Ernest."

a soft,

immediately responded softly over her head.

voice. There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed in her

"Will we die here?"

good in destroying a person’s mental defense. When they were in

snow and mountain peaks. After

walked, the more

they brought in their backpacks could only

such a place with no way out, the more she felt that it

not even know where

they had kept on seeing snowy mountains as they drove for more than ten days, and the destination which awaited them at the front was a small country called Raflad which they had no idea how far away it was

no matter from behind or the

a short moment of silence in

to be Ernest admitting to the cruel

while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of

you regret

Raflad, and losing their way here in

her head and spoke firmly,

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

rather suffer with

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

It can melt everything,

tight, and

The direction we are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how