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.

wriggled, "I’ve taken

warm each other more if

want to make love was because he was afraid that she would feel

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

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

low

were too many things he wanted to say, but that was the only word

who treated

…

night was long and

tightly in the dark tent. They clung

a sleeping bag, and they could only fit

not feel crowded

was a little tired, but she

vaguely see the outline

"Ernest."

soft, very soft

softly

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

"Will we die here?"

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

and mountain peaks. After going past a mountain, there would

they walked, the more

water and food they brought in their

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

even know where

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 and whether

matter from

a short moment of silence in

to be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it

spoke slowly from

do you regret

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

and spoke firmly,

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

rather

unswerving words were like a pot of boiling hot water in the

It can melt everything,

and

is Raflad. I'm not