In fact, did they still need to talk?

The answer was obviously "no".

However, Brian was still right about Joanne still being angry. She would not forgive Brian so soon!

Joanne coldly looked at Brian's hand. "You said what you wanted, and you can deal with... your wounds now."

Brian looked at his palm. Although it was covered in blood stain, it did bleed anymore. "Aren't you going to ask me how I got this?"

"..." Joanne just looked at Brian curiously.

She would not ask!

"I got this on my way to find you." Brian looked at the wound and said, "It was cut by the thorny vines on the mountain."

"You..." Joanne groaned and asked in an uncertain tone, "Did you find me?"

"I found you and carried you down the mountain." Brian had never been honest.

Joanne was moved inside, but she could not show it!

She avoided Brian's eyes. "Why are you telling me this? Haven't you been hiding everything from me before?"

Brian raised his eyebrows. "I used to be hiding from you because I was afraid that you felt sorry for me."

Joanne was doubtful. "Aren't you afraid now?"

"I have told you everything, what else should I be afraid of?" Brian acted like he had let all out. "I have lived for 30 years and confessed to someone for the first time. You really aren't going to respond to me?"

He was waiting, waiting for Joanne to say the words to him.

Joanne looked away again and just reminded him. "You haven't attended to your wounds yet."

Brian pressed the call bell on Joanne's bed, and the nurse quickly walked in. He explained the situation and the nurse exclaimed in surprise. "You got this wound yesterday. Why are you bleeding till today?"

Joanne cast her eyes down in guilt and Brian said, "I accidentally ripped it open again."

"Please wait a moment." The understanding nurse smiled. "I am going to get something to help you with the wound."

Soon, the nurse sent bandages and other stuff. Brian turned down the nurse's help and said that he could do this. When the nurse went out, he put the tray in front of Joanne, with a natural expression. "You help me."

"No." Joanne retracted her hands back under the quilt bed and said, "Didn't you tell the nurse you can do this?" Do it yourself."

Brian narrowed his eyes and Joanne suddenly felt cold on the back. She always felt that Brian would come up with some means to force her to treat his wound. However, no, he really handled the wound himself.

He was right-handed, and he also got injured in the right hand, so he was not dexterous right now, and failed to properly clean up the wounds.

Joanne was half of a doctor, and could not bear any unprofessional techniques. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, took Brian's things, and carefully helped him clean and dress the wounds.

She did not see the wicked smile on Brian's lips.

Yesterday, he dressed the wounds on her hand. How could he not do this himself?

After the dressing, Joanne packed up the things and lifted the quilt. Only then did she find that her legs were plastered and it was very inconvenient to move.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked.

Joanne was embarrassed to say that she was going to the bathroom and had to say, "I want to get changed." Her hospital gown was stained with Brian's blood.

Brian did not say anything and directly picked her up.

The feeling of sudden disappearing of gravity made Joanne gasped, and she exclaimed. "Brian, what are you doing?"

Brian put her down until they entered the bathroom. "Clothes are in the closet, call me when you're done."

When the door of the bathing room was closed, Joanne realized what happened just now. After she knew it, she blushed. She changed her clothes and went to wash. Then, she found almost her entire body aching.

She was feeling an ache in the head and the waist. She had a broken leg so she could only walk on one foot. Moreover, she could not stay in that position for long because she would feel ache and sore on her hip and she would almost fall to the ground.

In the end, she did not survive. "Brian, I'm done."

Brian swooshed the door open and saw Joanne's painful face. He went to pick her up. "Where does it hurt?" He frowned deeply as if he were feeling the pain.

"My waist hurts." Joanne collapsed into Brian's arms. "Put me back to bed."

"Hang on."

Brian laid Joanne back on the bed and went out. Joanne put on a sullen face and lifted the quilt to her chest. "Asshole, why don't you stay with me." She really hurt.

In less than three minutes, Brian came back and said, "The doctor said it was normal. If you really can't stand it, take a painkiller."

It turned out that he was going to the doctor.

Joanne suddenly did not complain and shook her head. "No, I can take it."

Brian opened the drawer, took out the medicine sent by the nurse and opened it. "Lie down."

Joanne did not know what he wanted. "What are you doing?" In doubt, she still lay down.

The hospital gown was a two-piece one, and Brian directly lifted her shirt.

"Ahhh!" Joanne screamed subconsciously and covered her exposed slender waist with her hands. "Brian, stop being rascal!"

"Even if I want to, I'll do it after I take you home." Brian opened a piece of plaster and showed it to her. "Put it on your waist, so lift your shirt."

Joanne finally knew what Brian was doing. Blushing, she muttered dissatisfied. "Why don't you tell me earlier? You're just being rascal!"

She cooperatively lifted a small corner of the shirt. Brian finally saw the wound on her waist.

Maybe she hit something when she fell down so she had a large bruise on the right waist. Her skin was white delicate, which made the bruise look very shocking.

The subtle pain spread all over Brian's heart, and he applied the plaster onto Joanne's wound. "How did you fall?"

"When I went down the mountain, the rain was very heavy, and it was thundering. I was afraid, so I squatted down." Joanne was feeling wronged and said, "The wind blew, and I didn't have the time to hold anything, so I fell."

Brian put her clothes down. "Is there any other pain?"

"No." Joanne lay down in a sullen mood. While thinking that she would lie down in the next days and could not move... she wanted to die.

At this time, Brian's phone rang. He looked at the number and handed the phone to Joanne. "Freya."

"Joanne, how are you feeling?" Freya sounded very anxious. "How's your injury? Is it serious? I'll skip the show and see you in City Z."

"Don't come, in fact, it's not serious. I only have a broken leg." Joanne knew how much the show "Top Model" meant to Freya, so she said, "You don't have to worry about me. I will rest for a few days. You can see me when I return to Arlington."

"I'll be out for a while." Brian suddenly said that and when he finished the last syllable, he was already walking outside.

At first, Joanne did not pay attention to Brian and talked with Freya for a little longer. Then, she suddenly remembered something and noticed something wrong.

"Freya, I'm going to hang up, there's something outside."

Joanne hurriedly hung up the phone, picked up the crutch at the beside and limped away. When she opened the door, Brian was really at the door.

He supported himself with one hand on the wall and covered his stomach with the other. He was clearly in pain.

"Do you have a stomachache again?" Joanne helped him, "Where's your medicine?"

"What are you doing here?" Brian frowned and looked at Joanne, "Go back and lie down!"

At this time, Joanne could not care about herself anymore. When she was thinking about what to do, she was carried back to the room by Brian.

"Brian, put me down!" She had an aching waist and couldn't move, so she had to scream. "I can walk by myself." He had had a stomachache. Didn't carrying her leave him in more pain?

Brian put her on the bed and she rose up again. "I remember the medicine you took. I'll let my brother send it here."

Then, Joanne was about to call Chris but was stopped by Brian.

Brian picked up his phone and dialed Gavin's number to let the latter send the medicine.

He had had a bad stomach for a long time, and Shen Yuchuan and other assistants usually carried a bottle of stomach medicine with them in case he needed it.

Joanne finally felt a slight relief and said, "Do you feel like lying on the sofa for a while?"

"I am fine." Brian stroked Joanne head, "Don't move. What if you scratch the wounds?"

"I don't need your care." Joanne pursed her mouth and made up her mind to ignore Brian, but could not help but look up. "You didn't eat yesterday, did you?"

She knew that Brian only had a stomachache when he did not eat on time.

"We hadn't found you when it was getting dark. Who could still eat?" Brian calmly looked at Joanne. "Are you feeling bad about me?"

"You think too much." Joanne tried to pretend to be expressionless. "I am hungry. Have Gavin bring me breakfast."

"Joanne."

Brian suddenly called her name, and his deep voice had that enchanting spell. Joanne looked at him unconsciously.

Then his lips hit her.

He covered her in his warm and soft lips. He gently licked, sucked, and tasted...

He spayed his breaths on Joanne's skin, and the itching spread into her heart.

However, that kind of itch seemed to be under the skin so Joanne could not scatch it and she did not want to either. She just collapsed into him.

Brian was the best hunter. He knew Joanne too well. He slowly pulled her over and let her lean against his chest. As expected, she forgot to struggle, as obedient as an innocent small white rabbit.

He had never found out before that when she had a bad temper, he could use this trick to subdue her.

Slowly, perhaps because of lack of oxygen, or because of shyness, Joanne's white cheeks turned rosy.

Brian finally loosened her lips and looked at her.

When he fixed his eyes on a person, his eyes were like a vast night sky, deep and mysterious, with magical power that could enchant people.

Joanne looked into his eyes and could not look away, and only felt that she was sucked into his eyes.

She knew she was sinking, but she could not turn back.

"It's so lucky that you're fine." Brian caressed her head and said.

Joanne's long eyelashes fluttered, and deep inside, her heart trembled violently.

She did not know why she felt so happy when Brian said it was lucky that she was fine.

"What if I'm not fine? What would you do?" She asked.

"I won't know how to live." Brian suddenly held her in his arms. "Joanne, please don't leave me again."

The moment she wheeled her suitcase out of their home, his soul was taken away. Including his body, everything became empty, and he seemed to have only work in his life.

When he stopped working, he was seized by emptiness and could not sleep at night.

"I"

Just as Joanne said only one word, Brian seized her lips again, and at this moment, someone pushed open the door-