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

Huo Fang's body grew hotter and hotter, and Huo Jiyun quickened his pace.

After a while, Huo Jiyun saw the old house.

The courtyard wall and gate have clearly been renovated.

Huo Jiyun stopped in her tracks, beginning to wonder if she had remembered the location wrong.

"Why aren't you leaving? We'll be home soon," Joan urged from the side.

Huo Jiyun then realized that Qiao An had been following him the whole time.

You have to understand that his bag weighs more than 20 kilograms, and he was running and walking just now. How could a woman dragging a bag weighing more than 20 kilograms keep up with him?

But Joan not only kept up, she didn't even break a sweat.

What terrifying physical abilities!

Recalling her fluid kicking motion at the old house, Huo Jiyun suddenly felt that it was a real pity that Qiao An didn't join the army.

Qiao An opened the door, and Huo Jiyun carried Huo Fang inside.

Hearing a noise at the front door, Huo Chen and Huo Ning hurriedly ran out of the main house.

Just as they were about to pounce on Qiao An, they looked up and saw a strange man standing in the courtyard, holding Huo Fang, who was covered in blood, in his arms.

"Big sister!"

"Big sister!"

Huo Ning ran over and started punching Huo Jiyun's legs with her little fists.

"Let go of my older sister! Let go!"

Huo Chen ran to the other side, opened his mouth, and shoved a bite into Huo Jiyun's mouth.

Unfortunately, Huo Jiyun is not Qiao An; she doesn't have as much fat on her legs.

Huo Chen took a bite and felt as if he had bitten into a hard rock, which made his teeth ache.

Huo Jiyun glanced helplessly at the two little ones below, then looked to Qiao An for help.

Qiao An burst out laughing.

"Don't break your teeth!"

"Ah Ning, Ah Chen, let me formally introduce you. This is your father, my husband, Huo Jiyun."

Huo Jiyun felt a little uncomfortable hearing Qiao An introduce herself like that.

In the military, everyone refers to their partner as husband or comrade. The word "husband" sounds a bit frivolous.

But it sounds more intimate than when she's with her husband or a comrade.

A strange feeling swept through Huo Jiyun's heart.

"Dad?" Huo Ning looked up, staring with his big, grape-like eyes.

"Are you really my father?"

Huo Chen released his mouth and rubbed his sore lips.

He also stared at Huo Jiyun with curiosity.

Huo Jiyun had been away for four years and had never seen his child. Countless nights, he lay in bed imagining what his child would look like and whether he was doing well in the village.

I only noticed today that my son and daughter are chubby and healthy, dressed in clean, brand-new clothes and sneakers.

Qiao An didn't know she would come today, which means that Huo Chen and Huo Ning usually dress like this.

Huo Jiyun cleared his throat, about to speak a few words to the child in a high-pitched voice, but was interrupted by Qiao An.

"You stay in the main room with them, I'll clean Huo Fang's wounds."

After saying that, Qiao An pulled Huo Jiyun and walked towards the main room.

The two children followed.

The main room was clean and tidy, spotless, and the windows were all covered with several layers of newspaper.

"Put the child on the kang in the side room, quick!" Qiao An lifted the curtain of the side room.

When Huo Jiyun entered, he saw a large kang (heated brick bed) covered with two layers of mattresses.

Qiao An seemed completely unconcerned about whether Huo Fang would get the bedding on the kang (a heated brick bed) dirty.

She and Huo Jiyun carefully placed Huo Fang gently on the kang (a heated brick bed), afraid of hurting her.

"Alright, you can leave now. Huo Fang is a young woman; it's not appropriate for you to be here."

Huo Jiyun blushed, then asked in a low voice, "Do you know how to clean a wound? Never use wood ash, it will cause infection."

"Of course I know." Joan didn't even look up as she picked up a small box from the windowsill.

The box was opened, and inside were gauze, saline solution, and disinfectant that looked like mercurochrome.

"Quite professional," Huo Jiyun thought to himself.

But didn't Qiao An never go to school for even a single day?

How do you know these things?

Huo Jiyun's gaze swept towards the windowsill, landing on the woman's undergarments hanging there.

Her face turned as red as a tomato.

The thought of where those things would be worn made Huo Jiyun's heart race.

He tried to stop himself from looking around, but his mind just couldn't help but wander.

Is Joan's figure... really that good?

In fact, Huo Jiyun really doesn't have much of a memory; he only had those two encounters with Qiao An.

It was still dark, and both of them were very nervous, so they didn't care about anything else.

Thinking of this, Huo Jiyun felt somewhat annoyed, and his brows furrowed.

"What are you standing there for? Get out of here!"

Qiao An started shooing people out, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let Huo Chen serve you some rice. The three of you go eat first, don't wait for me."

"Oh, oh, okay...okay."

Huo Jiyun felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly ran out of the side room.

As she passed by Qiao An, she happened to see Huo Jiyun's ears, which were bright red.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, she caught a glimpse of the underwear hanging by the window.

Two blushes crept onto her cheeks.

Outside, two little kids stared at him like statues.

Huo Jiyun was a little nervous for a moment, as he had never dealt with such a young child before.

I don't know what to say.

"Are you really our dad?"

"Mom said you won't be back for a long time?"

Huo Chen was bold; he looked up and asked first.

"Uh... my boss gave me a three-month leave, so I came back," Huo Jiyun said truthfully.

"How long is three months?" Huo Chen asked again.

"Around the fifteenth of the first lunar month, I guess."

"Oh, so you'll be staying home for a long time. Mom said you're doing something big in the Northwest. What are you doing?"

Huo Chen was very curious about his father.

Huo Jiyun was both amused and exasperated. Just as he was about to explain, Huo Ning reached out her little hand and grabbed him.

"Brother, didn't you hear Mom tell you to serve Dad some rice? He hasn't eaten yet."

"Right, I almost forgot!" Huo Chen slapped his forehead.

"You stay with Dad, I'll go get the food."

Huo Chen ran to the kitchen on his short legs.

Qiao An prepared lunch and kept the food warm in a pot.

Huo Chen and Huo Ning didn't eat by themselves, but wanted to wait for Qiao An to return, so they didn't touch the food.

Huo Chen was busy in the kitchen, and Huo Jiyun wanted to help, but every time she was about to get up, she was stopped by Huo Ning's sweet voice.

Meanwhile, in the side room, Qiao An had just cut off and removed Huo Fang's clothes, which were stuck to her body with blood.

Her body was mostly covered in bruises from being hit with sticks, and there were more than ten wounds that looked like they were caused by a whip used to drive a horse-drawn carriage.

Huo Shoutian was originally a stable boy in the brigade, and his family always had a whip.

These external injuries are the most serious.

Joan's medicine box was disguised, looking similar to items from this period.

She first cleaned the wound with saline solution, and then disinfected it with iodine solution.

After cleaning and disinfecting the wound surface, a thin layer of antibiotic ointment was applied, and finally, Huo Fang's wound was bandaged with sterile gauze.

If Huo Jiyun were there, he would have noticed that Qiao An's wound-bandaging skills were extremely proficient, even comparable to those of the military doctors in their unit.

In the apocalypse, treating wounds is the first lesson for everyone.

Qiao An used a thermometer to measure Huo Fang's temperature; it was 37.8 degrees Celsius.

Generally, if the body temperature is below 38.5 degrees Celsius, there is no need to take antipyretics.

Huo Fang was just injured, so her fever is definitely not caused by an infection from the wound.

Qiao An looked at the clothes on the kang (a heated brick bed) and couldn't help but sigh.