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.

Florence’s soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and I

for warmth, we can only warm each other more if we don't wear

want to make love was because he

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

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

low and slow,

to say, but that was the only

have her who treated him sincerely and never gave

…

was long

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

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

did not feel

a little tired, but

the outline

"Ernest."

gave a soft,

immediately responded softly over her head.

very low, soft voice. There was

"Will we die here?"

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

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

the more tired they

in their backpacks could only last a few

place with no way out, the more she felt that it was impossible for them to walk out

mention they did not even know where to

than ten days, and the destination which awaited them at

road seemed endless no matter from behind or

there was a short moment of

to the cruel fact and

while, Ernest only spoke slowly

do you

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

head and spoke firmly,

had suffered this

would rather

words were like a pot of boiling

It can melt everything,

her tight, and kissed

heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how