Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

The tide ebbs and flows.

The waves recede...

The wide sea gradually became calm.

Yan Zhengting turned Qian Yiman in a circle and held her tightly on his lap. He gently stroked her back with his big hands and slowly helped her to calm down her breathing.

Qian Yiman lay softly on the man's chest, his body still trembling slightly, and there were crystal clear tears hanging on his eyelashes...

Just like flowers after the rain, they are delicate and moving.

Yan Zhengting looked down at the little woman's pitiful appearance and those full red marks, and felt a sense of satisfaction in possessing her completely...

This delicate little woman belongs to him.

Just when Qian Yiman fell asleep from exhaustion, Yan Zhengting suddenly stood up holding her in his arms.

She was so frightened that she immediately woke up.

Isn't this man going to let her go?

Seeing the accusation in the little woman's eyes, Yan Zhengting smiled.

His voice was still a little lazier and hoarse after the incident, and he explained: "I won't leave you alone, and I will take you inside to wash up."

"Well, I, I can do it myself." Qian Yiman said softly, worried that the gun would go off.

"Can you still stand?"

"My legs are not weak anymore?"

Yan Zhengting looked down at her and asked pointedly, with a bit of joking in his eyes.

"Soft, very soft." Qian Yiman said quickly.

She was deeply afraid that if she spoke a second too late, this old man would continue to destroy her.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Yan Zhengting carried her into the bathroom.

…………

In the bathroom.

It’s the sound of water flowing.

Yan Zhengting could swear that his original intention was really just to help bathe...

Maybe it was because the bathroom was filled with water vapor and the atmosphere was so good. Gradually, the air began to become ambiguous again.

Help! !

I vaguely noticed something was wrong.

Qian Yiman squatted down nimbly, got out of the man's arms like a smooth loach, and ran towards the door.

I don't know if it was because her legs were too weak or because the man was too fast.

As soon as she took a step forward, she was caught back by Yan Zhengting.

All he had to do was reach out and catch Qian Yiman back to him easily. Qian Yiman was no match for him at all.

Yan Zhengting's hot body pressed tightly against her back, firmly holding her...

Gently biting her earlobe, there was a hint of danger in his hoarse voice, "Why are you running? Huh?"

"Comrade Lao Yan, please let me go, I'm just afraid that you are too tired..." Qian Yiman opened his big wet eyes and begged for mercy in a coquettish way.

Little did he know that her appearance could arouse men's desire to conquer.

"It's too late..." Yan Zhengting looked at the white snow in front of him, his eyes were about to burst into flames, "Don't worry, your man has plenty of strength."

After saying that, he picked her up, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her deeply...

He said vaguely: "Manman, trap me."

Qian Yiman was afraid that he would fall off, so he had no choice but to listen to his words and obediently wrap his arms around his strong and thin waist.

Many times, when your beloved is around, even if you hold her, you still feel like you miss her... miss her... miss her...

Yan Zhengting loved her wholeheartedly, but he couldn't get enough of her...

In this happy country of love, the relationship between them is so tight that no one can interfere with it.

At this moment, their eyes and hearts were filled with only each other, and there was no room for anyone else.

Until all the chickens in the nearby villages crow.

The night in the Yan family returned to peace.

Two people in love hugged each other and fell asleep.

……

The next morning.

Yan Zhengting got up on time, refreshed and energetic for his morning run.

At this time, Comrade Lao Fang caught up.

She teased him: "Little brother, you are in good spirits today. You are running very hard!"

"I'll go back first." Since he had eaten and drank enough last night, Yan Zhengting was in a good mood today, so it was rare for him to reply.

"That's not right. Why is this guy so good-natured today..." Comrade Lao Fang looked at his running back with a flattered expression on his face.

Yan Zhengting returned home and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Thinking of the happy scenes here last night, he became energetic again.

He took a deep breath, pressed down on the penis that was about to move, dried himself and walked out of the bathroom.

After struggling most of the night yesterday, Yan Zhengting prepared to cook a red date and longan soup for his young wife.

Looking at the eggs on the cupboard, I took two more and beat them into the soup.

After doing all this, Yan Zhengting returned to the bedroom.

Qian Yiman had been awake for a while. When he saw the man opening the door and walking in, he immediately pouted and glared at him.

Seeing his little wife looking at him with a coquettish look on his face, Yan Zhengting's heart turned into a puddle of water.

"Still uncomfortable?"

"What do you think?" Qian Yiman's cheeks were bulging with anger.

"I'll be gentler next time..." Yan Zhengting said with a shy old face.

Qian Yiman: "..."

She lost again...

She can't talk down to him, and she can't be as thick-skinned as him.

"I cooked red date, longan and egg soup for you. Can you please bring it in and feed it to you?" Yan Zhengting sat on the edge of the bed, touched her rosy little face, and said as gently as water.

"Yeah." Qian Yiman couldn't resist the old man speaking to him so gently, and suddenly lost his temper.

Qian Yiman leaned against the bed and slowly ate the nourishing soup fed by his man.

Her heart is as sweet as this soup.

"I can't eat anymore, you can eat the rest." Qian Yiman said, stroking his bulging belly.

"Okay." Seeing that she had eaten quite a lot today, Yan Zhengting did not force herself any further.

With this small portion, Yan Zhengting finished it in just two bites.

In order for Qian Yiman to feed the child more easily, he got up and brought her son, who was sleeping soundly in the crib, to her.

He touched her hair, kissed her forehead, and said softly: "I'm going to work, you can sleep a little longer."

"it is good."

Qian Yiman looked at him and smiled sweetly.

Yan Zhengting couldn't bear to leave and walked out of the bedroom.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to get out...