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

Yan Zhengting lowered his head and glanced at the shy appearance of the little woman. His heart felt as if a feather had brushed against it, and it was a little itchy...

Next, a conversation between the two of them came from the bathroom.

“Comrade Lao Yan, actually I can wash it myself~~”

"You are my wife, and I should serve you..."

"Well... shameless..."

"Well, just for you..."

"..."

This bath was very thorough, and everything was taken care of inside and out.

…………

New Year's Day, early morning.

The first ray of sunlight penetrated the gap in the curtains and gently sprinkled on the bedroom floor.

Qian Yiman made a sound in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes. In front of her eyes was Yan Zhengting's handsome face, enlarged several times. She subconsciously reached out and touched his eyebrows.

It feels great to wake up every morning and see the person you love next to you.

"Happy New Year, Manman." Yan Zhengting lowered his head, kissed her on the forehead, and spoke softly. His voice was a little lazy and hoarse, with a unique sexiness after waking up from sleep, and it was particularly seductive.

"Happy New Year~~" When she spoke, her voice rose at the end, soft and waxy, which was really nice to hear.

It was freezing and snowy outside, and the two people in the bedroom were cuddling together in a warm quilt, so sweet and warm.

The two people's fingers were intertwined in the quilt. This was their third year together. Qian Yiman couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies so fast. Unknowingly, we have been married for two years..."

Those things in her previous life seemed like yesterday. Now she not only had a husband who loved her, but also a lovely son.

It's like a lifetime ago, that's probably what it feels like...

Time passed really quickly. Yan Zhengting hugged her and thought of the scene when he first saw her.

That day, he originally wanted to come to the house to break off the engagement.

As a result, without warning, when the door opened, a bright and dazzling little girl appeared in his world.

Only he knew how hard his heart was beating at that time.

Uncharacteristically, he even stared at her for a long time.

From then on, I fell deeper and deeper into her world.

Now, I am trapped in it and can no longer get out, nor do I want to get out.

Yan Zhengting buried himself in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath: "Manman, we will walk together for the rest of our lives..."

The faint fragrance of the little woman made him feel at ease, and at the same time it made him want to stop.

"Well, I am with you year after year..." Qian Yiman closed his eyes and smiled, lying in his arms, his whole body immersed in happiness and tranquility.

Qian Yiman's words left a deep mark on Yan Zhengting's heart.

"It's half past seven, let's get up." Qian Yiman planned to get up early because he didn't sleep in on New Year's Day.

"Okay, I'll take you to brush your teeth and wash your face." Yan Zhengting would lie down so late just to accompany her. Now that she was getting up, there was no need for him to stay any longer.

Qian Yiman opened her arms towards him and couldn't suppress the sweet smile on her lips. This man really loved her.

Lifting the quilt, Yan Zhengting took the little woman out, carried her steadily to the bathroom, carefully prepared mouthwash for her, squeezed out toothpaste, and then handed the mint-flavored toothbrush to Qian Yi. Man's mouth looked as if he wanted to help her brush her teeth himself.

"I'll do it myself, and we'll brush together." Qian Yiman wasn't that squeamish either. He took the toothbrush and put it in his mouth. He put toothpaste on his toothbrush and handed it to him, "Here you go."

The two of them were brushing their teeth and staring at each other, with smiles that couldn't be hidden in their eyes.

On the morning of the first day of the New Year, the atmosphere in the bathroom was filled with pink bubbles and was so sweet.

After brushing her teeth, Qian Yiman started to wash her face. She was used to pouring water on her face to wash it, and she always felt more comfortable this way.

Yan Zhengting had already finished washing up, holding a towel and standing by the side waiting patiently for her.

Qian Yiman's face was covered with water after washing. Just when she was about to reach out to grab a towel, Yan Zhengting immediately took her towel and helped her dry her face.

The movement was as gentle as possible, as if it was afraid of hurting the delicate skin on her face.

Qian Yiman let him wipe her face, and naturally she felt Yan Zhengting's care and cherishment of all aspects of her. Girls from other families were the apple of their parents' eyes, and she was the treasure held in the palm of his own man's hand.

God closed a door for her, but this life opened a window for her.

The sun shone on her and she was able to grow toward the light.