A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Chapter 115 Joan's First Kiss

Qiao An wasn't in the mood to cook that evening, so she took out two packets of wontons from her spatial storage and boiled them.

But she didn't notice that, because she was distracted, she had taken the three-delicacy wonton instead of the pork wonton.

When Huo Jiyun took a bite and tasted the shrimp inside, he looked at Qiao An meaningfully.

"Mom! This wonton is so delicious! What's this crunchy thing inside?" Huo Ning asked, pointing to the large shrimp inside the wonton.

Qiao An's heart jumped into her throat as soon as she saw this. She looked up at Huo Jiyun and found that he was also looking at her.

How can this be explained?

People in this era could never eat shrimp unless they lived by the sea or a lake.

To be precise, they had never even seen a shrimp before.

Huo Jiyun had seen and eaten it before, which made him even more shocked.

There was a very large lake near their Northwest Army base, where lake shrimp lived, and the army could eat them several times a year.

But Zhongchuan Province is inland, and there are no lakes near the county seat. Where did Qiao An get the shrimp?

He was also waiting for Joanne to explain.

"This...this is a shrimp," Joan said, forcing herself to speak.

"Mom, what is a shrimp?" Huo Chen picked out a whole shrimp.

"It's just...it's just..." Qiao An, who was usually good at cursing, was now rambling incoherently.

Huo Jiyun gave a faint smile and explained softly, "Shrimp are aquatic animals. Some live in the sea, and some live in lakes. Shrimp meat is delicious and has a slightly sweet taste."

After saying that, he gave Qiao An a look, which meant: It's okay, I'll help you.

Qiao An felt even more guilty.

Could Huo Jiyun already know about her space?

How much do you know?

This was her biggest secret; when Huo Jiyun returned home, Qiao An was on guard against him at all times.

After all, they live under the same roof and see each other all the time, so it's inevitable that they'll reveal their true colors.

Joanne sighed. This is really troublesome.

After finishing the wontons, Qiao An cleaned up the dishes, and Huo Jiyun offered to help.

The two of them took it to the kitchen together.

Huo Jiyun even volunteered to pick up a brush and start washing the dishes.

Seeing that they use dish soap to wash dishes at home surprised me just as much as when I watched Joan kill a wild boar that day.

Huo Jiyun had never seen anything like it before. The originally greasy bowl was cleaned with a brush of dish soap, and it even made a "squeaking" sound when rubbed with his hand.

He knew Joan didn't like him coming to the kitchen, so he almost never came in, even when Joan wasn't there.

"This stuff is much better than soapberries or anything like that. Look, isn't it clean?"

Huo Jiyun stood up with the bowl in his hand, just as Qiao An was about to go to the stove to get something.

Caught off guard, Qiao An rushed straight into Huo Jiyun's arms.

My nose bumped into his hard sternum, and it hurt and ached.

"Ugh..." Joan covered her nose, her face contorted in pain.

Huo Jiyun quickly put down the bowl and bent down to look at her face.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Before Qiao An could speak, Huo Jiyun gently placed his hand on Qiao An's nose, as if it were some kind of jewel, and carefully began to rub it.

When their eyes meet, they can only see themselves in each other's eyes.

Qiao Ansheng was beautiful, with a small, delicate face, a small, exquisite nose, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were blinking as she looked at him.

Her cherry-red lips were slightly parted, making one's mouth water.

I don't know when, but the hand that was originally on my nose slowly moved to my cheek and finally around to the back of my head.

Qiao An watched as that face drew closer and closer, until it was almost touching, and her entire vision was filled with Huo Jiyun's face.

Then came the careful probing, so light it seemed unintentional, like a petal falling onto the water.

Joan flinched slightly, but did not dodge.

Huo Jiyun then lowered himself further, and his fiery breath instantly engulfed her.

This was Joan's first kiss. It felt warm and soft, reminding her of freshly baked bread, a cotton quilt that had been sun-dried in winter, and everything that made her want to indulge in it.

Her hand had somehow climbed onto his collar.

He supported the back of Joan's head with one hand and held her waist tightly with the other.

The air in the kitchen began to thin, or rather, they had forgotten how to breathe.

Huo Jiyun's burning hot palm was placed on Qiao An's waist, and the intense heat could be felt even through her cotton-padded clothes.

The two of them were pressed tightly together, without the slightest gap. Qiao An could feel the temperature rising from Huo Jiyun's body, like a small flame burning quietly underneath, as if it would burst forth at any moment.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Qiao An felt dizzy and about to faint, so she gently tapped Huo Jiyun's chest.

Huo Jiyun finally let her go. Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling, rapid and hot.

Joan's eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were glistening with tiny drops of water, like morning dew.

"An'an... I really like you, I like you so much." Huo Jiyun's voice trembled, as if she had made a great decision before saying these words.

They are husband and wife, so there's nothing they can't talk about.

But they are also the most familiar strangers.

They spent less than a month together in the past four years and knew very little about each other.

Upon returning this time, Huo Jiyun was impressed by Qiao An from the very first meeting. In their subsequent interactions, he witnessed Qiao An's strength and optimism, as well as her powerful and mysterious side.

Qiao An was like a poppy growing in the mountains, making Huo Jiyun addicted.

He wanted to be with Joan every day, and even the sound of her breathing at night aroused him.

Huo Jiyun thought this must be the love that the brigade commander and the others were talking about.

Just like now, if the timing and location weren't wrong, Huo Jiyun would definitely do what a married couple should do with Qiao An.

"What do you like about me?" Qiao An pursed her lips, then suddenly felt as if her lips were swollen.

"I like everything about you, I just like you." Huo Jiyun couldn't quite put her finger on it.

But he firmly believed one thing: he truly loved Joan.

Joanne took a deep breath.

They're all adults, a legally married couple, and their child is already so big; there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Moreover, Qiao An really wanted to be in a relationship and experience what it meant to be driven by basic human needs like food and sex.

She gently wrapped her arms around Huo Jiyun's waist. "Actually, I like you too."

"I'm unhappy today because I'm jealous."

"I don't like the way Lin Wan looks at you, and I don't like other children calling you 'Dad'."

"I'm selfish; the person I love can only belong to me."

Joanne looked up into his eyes. "Can you do it?"

The light above her head was reflected in Joan's pupils, shining like two stars immersed in water. She smiled gently, and the curve of her lips reminded him of the thawing streams in the Northwest during spring.

"Yes, I, Huo Jiyun, belong to you, Qiao An, for the rest of my life. If I have any disloyal intentions, may I be struck by lightning."

"Then let's... continue." Joan closed her eyes, seemingly waiting for something.

Upon hearing Qiao An's words, Huo Jiyun was taken aback at first, then a big smile spread across his face.

This time, he didn't test the waters; instead, he went straight in, giving all his passion to this kiss.