Hospital. Seven in the morning.

Brian woke up on time as usual but did not get up.

Maybe it was because of the injury, she didn't move and slept very gracefully through the night. She kept the posture when she fell asleep in his arms yesterday, like a sleeping kitten. That being said, she had wrapped her hands around his waist at some time during the night.

The early morning sunlight streamed through the windows. Brian could smell the faint scent of her black hair and felt something about to flow out of his heart.

In the past, the arrival of a new day meant nothing to him. The only differences were nothing more than different documents and different meetings.

Until today, with the person in his arms, he realized this subtle satisfaction was better than any triumph in his career.

Joanne did not wake up until 8 o'clock. She was feeling heavy-headed and did not want to get up. She unconsciously shrank into Brian's arms and he just hugged her. She felt like falling into the most comfortable pit in the world and sighed in comfort.

After a while, she smelled something familiar between breaths. She suddenly realized who she was holding and looked up. Sure enough, she was holding Brian.

She felt the temperature on her cheeks rising instantly.

However, Brian looked rather poised. "Did you wake up?"

"You," Joanne began to stutter. "Why are you still in bed?"

Brian looked at Joanne's hands circling around his waist. "How can I get up if you hold like this?"

Joanne withdrew her hands as if she had burned herself. Her cheeks were hotter than before, and she almost blurted out an apology again.

Nevertheless, this time, she was not so stupid anymore!

She looked at Brian with an innocent look and said confidently, "Can't blame me, you know my sleeping pattern habit is not good, and yesterday, I told you to sleep in another room, but you stayed!"

Brian squinted. "You've grown."

Joanne snorted. "I'm always like this!" In the past, she just temporarily turned stupid and could not release her skill under Brian's aura.

Brian raised his lips and the phone on the bedside table rang untimely. After picking it up, he heard Gavin's voice.

"Mr. Brian, I have to remind you that if you get up now and drive from the hospital to the company. Although you will be late, you can still attend the meeting at 9:30. If you postpone today's meeting again, your good name will really be ruined."

The ward was very quiet. Joanne heard Gavin and wondered-how did Gavin know Brian had not yet got up? Was he a famous fortune-teller in his last life?

What she did not know was that since the last time Brian postponed the meeting, the tagline "Mr. Brian doesn't come to work because he hasn't got up yet" had circulated around the company. Moreover, the reason why he did not get up... ahem, was something the entire company knew.

Brian hung up the phone without care and tilted his head to face Joanne. "Do you want to get up now?"

"No." Joanne pulled the quilt to her neck. She looked determined since this kind of opportunity was hard to get. She would rather die than get up.

Brian did not say anything, got up and went to wash, and when he came out of the bathroom, he was again the neatly-dressed and graceful Brian.

Joanne looked at him and still could not control her racing heart.

In the past, Shawn asked her what went well with men's white shirt since they were so dull.

At that time, she did not even pay attention to her outfit, and she had not begun to buy clothes for Chris either. Thus, how could she know that kind of things? In the end, she answered Shawn with a completely bland face.

Now she knew the answer. The best item to go with a white shirt was Brian's just right muscles!

His broad shoulders fit the tailored shirt perfectly, and the contour of his muscles was revealed. His muscles looked solid and they were not bulging. The sense of power that came with his muscles inexplicably made people feel secure.

Joanne swallowed-she could not resist it at all!

Brian put on his coat and walked to the bedside. "You really won't get up for breakfast?"

Joanne couldn't speak and shook her head, dazed.

Brian leaned down and naturally kissed her lips. "Then I'll get breakfast at the company. See you tonight."

After that, he picked up several documents on the coffee table and strode out of the ward.

Joanne still lay on the bed in a trance. Hearing a click of the closed door, she finally collected herself. Touching her lips, she seemed to still feel the temperature of Brian's lips. They were not scorching hot; nevertheless, the temperature had spread all over her body and burned her.

She had wanted to catch up on her sleep till noon. Now, there was no way that she could do that because she was completely sober now.

Brian influenced her more than she had realized. She was no opponent for him at all.

If this continued, would she spill the beans some day? After all, Brian was much naughtier than she imagined.

However, reality showed that Joanne was still too conservative because and the extent of Brian's naughtiness was completely beyond her imagination.

During the next few days, Brian came back at around 8:00 every day. The first thing he did was take Joanne to a shower.

Sometimes, Joanne happened to be in the last part of a movie. Eager for the movie's ending, she would hide from him but always failed because he would pick her up by force and carry her into the bathroom.

After several times, Joanne could not help but ask, "Are you serious enough to force others to take a shower?" Why don't you wash yourself first?" She wanted to watch the movie first!

Brian looked at her, and his expression turned out to be serious. "I like the smell of your body after bathing."

Joanne flushed and couldn't speak a word. Brian smiled with satisfaction and turned away to leave the bathroom.

As if to irritate him, she used a non-fragrance shower gel and scrubbed herself like a smack of clothes. Brian actually noticed it immediately. He lowered his head to her neck and sniffed. Then, he frowned, dissatisfied.

His hot temperature tickled Joanne's neck, and she couldn't help pushing him away. "Brian, are you a puppy?"

Brian circled his arms around her waist without warning and lowered his head to seize her lips.

Joanne just took a shower, and the bathroom was still covered with water vapor. When the warm light scattered through the lampshade, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

"Well"

She tried to get away; however, Brian clutched her and completely stopped her from escaping.

After quite a while, Brian then slowly released Joanne and whispered beside her ear, "Change back the gel tomorrow, did you hear it?"

Joanne was in desperate need of oxygen and panted subconsciously. She had lost all her senses and nodded in a trance.

Brian was slightly satisfied and carried her out of the bathroom.

She had lost the better part of the bruises on her waist and slowly healed the injuries on her legs. She could already turn over when she slept so she was more and more reluctant to sleep in the same bed with Brian. Every night, she asked him to sleep in his own bedroom.

However, she had underestimated Brian's naughtiness. He would always lift the quilt as if he had not heard her at all and then held her in his arms. "Go to sleep."

"Brian!" Joanne struggled. "You let me go first."

Brian was not swayed and raised the corner of his lips. "What? Are you afraid that you can't control yourself?"

Bang-Joanne was like struck by lightning.

She first said this to Brian.

On the first night she and Brian reunited, in the hotel room, Brian asked her to sleep in the spare room. She deliberately challenged him and asked him if he refused to sleep in the same room with her because he might lose control of himself?

She did not expect that he remembered that sentence so clearly after half a year.

She slightly pushed Brian. "Now we're having a memory contest?" Don't think that I forgot what you said. You also said that 'I don't have feelings for you, I marry you just to satisfy my mother's long-cherished wishes, but we won't be a real couple!"

Brian raised his eyebrows and thought the little monster really remembered exactly every word. At this time, it would be futile for him to explain.

He looked at Joanne. "Guess what."

Joanne's expression was saying "Go ahead". "What!"

"You asked me if I was afraid of losing control. I will tell you the answer now: Yes." Brian narrowed his eyes. "So, you'd better stop moving. Otherwise..."

He didn't say anything more, but the hint could not be more obvious.

Joanne was first dazed, and then, when she realized what he said, she suddenly remembered his husky voice and unsteady breaths in the past clearly.

She seemed to understand something: In the past, Brian had controlled himself very well. Now that he had put all the cards on the table, it was hard to say that if he could control himself anymore...

However, if she stopped just because of that, would she look too spineless?

Joanne tried to move and was immediately suppressed by Brian. "Joanne, are you implying that you want... hmm?"

She flushed. "Naughty! You want it!"

Brian lifted the lips. "I really do."

Joanne did not know how to respond. "This is more than being naughty. He's simply the king of naughtiness! How can he be so explicit?"

"Do you fear me now?" Brian seemed very satisfied with Su Jinan's reaction and caressed her hair. "Then lie down and don't move."

Joanne cursed him in her heart again and closed her eyes.

On the second day, Brian got up early and Joanne slept in as usual. Thus, when picked up by Brian, she protested loudly that she wanted more sleep, while Brian calmly said the following words, "Yelling so loud early in the morning, aren't you afraid that nurses passing by outside the door will misunderstand us?"

Joanne's cheeks turned hot and she directly bit Brian in the shoulder.

"Naughty" could no longer be used to describe Brian anymore because he was so much more than being naughty!

The days went by as Joanne gradually got rid of the bruises on her waist and the plaster cast on her feet. The doctor said that she could be discharged from the hospital after a few more days of observation.

During the period of hospitalization, Joanne had been paying attention to the case in Sanquill Town. On the day when she removed her plaster cast, Shawn called from Sanquill Town and said that the case was solved, and they had arrested the murderer. When she rushed into the mountain to check the body, she had collected a lot of helpful evidence for them.

"It is good if the case is solved."

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief and felt that everything was getting better. The first episode of "Top Model" that Freya participated in was also about to air. If nothing unexpected happened, she would soon be famous.

And she and Brian... would soon be like real husband and wife, right?