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

embracing each other for warmth, we can only warm each other more if we don't wear anything. If

not want to make love

not even want to take off her clothes when she slept during this weather, let

him, Ernest's heart beat fiercely,

was low and

too many things he wanted to say, but that was

who treated him

…

was long

the dark tent. They clung

in a sleeping bag, and they could only fit

did not feel crowded

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

outline

"Ernest."

soft,

responded softly over her

There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed in

"Will we die here?"

were in such an environment, Florence's thought which she

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

walked, the more

food they brought in their backpacks could

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

to mention they did not even know where to get out

at the front was a small country called Raflad which they had no idea how far away it was and

road seemed endless no matter from

spoke, there was a short moment of

admitting to the cruel fact and it

long while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the top

do you

their way

shook her head and spoke firmly, "I

have come with Ernest, otherwise if he had suffered

would rather suffer

slightly stiff. Her unswerving words were like a pot of boiling hot water in

It can melt everything,

her tight, and kissed her

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