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.

she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and I won’t

other for warmth, we can only warm each other more if

love

even 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

behind him, Ernest's heart beat fiercely, faster and more

was low and

he wanted to say, but that was

treated him sincerely

…

night was long and

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

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

not feel

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

see the outline

"Ernest."

soft, very

immediately responded softly over her

voice. There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed

"Will we die here?"

be that darkness was too good in destroying a person’s mental defense. When they were in

walking in the snow, she saw only boundless snow and mountain peaks. After going past a mountain, there would be another. The journey

longer they walked, the more

brought in their backpacks could

out, the more she felt that it was impossible for them

even know where to get out of

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

seemed endless no matter from behind or

there was a short moment

be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it made her

spoke

do you regret

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

and spoke

felt lucky to have come with Ernest, otherwise if he had suffered this himself, she would feel heartbroken

would rather

went slightly stiff. Her unswerving words were like a pot of boiling

It can melt everything,

tight, and kissed

direction we are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many days it will take to get there, but I promise we