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

The early summer wind is slightly warm.

In the silent night, there were occasional cicada chirping.

"Creak" sound.

The bathroom door was opened from the inside.

Sitting on the sofa, Qian Yiman turned her head and saw her man wiping his half-dried hair with a towel and walking out with his upper body naked.

His muscular chest was exposed to the air, his waist and abdomen were clearly defined, his eight-pack abs were neatly arranged, and his mermaid lines were sexy.

The water droplets at the end of Yan Zhengting's hair followed the smooth body lines and slid down to his chin, then rolled down to his chest muscles, and then fell to his abdominal muscles...

This scene is extremely visually impactful, bewildering and provocative.

Qian Yiman stared at him, reluctant to move his eyes away, and swallowed unconsciously.

I thought, beauty is delicious, but sometimes it can also be used on men.

"Manman, my saliva is flowing out."

Yan Zhengting found that the little woman was looking at him with a look of obsession and chuckled.

Hearing the man's words, Qian Yiman subconsciously reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Then, I found out I had been cheated.

However, feeling the man's fiery gaze resting on her, she did not dare to look up at him.

Yan Zhengting walked over, picked her up and put her on his lap. The little woman in his arms wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head on his left chest.

Summer is here, and Qian Yiman is wearing a cool nightgown. At this time, the skin of the two people was touching each other, getting hotter and hotter.

You can even clearly hear each other's rapid heartbeats.

"Manman, is your man good-looking?"

Yan Zhengting smelled the faint fragrance on her body and took a deep breath.

"Yeah." Qian Yiman responded honestly, thinking of that muscular body that made people's blood flow.

However, her speaking voice was as low as a mosquito's.

After getting a satisfactory answer, the man smiled.

He stretched out his tongue to trace the shell of her ear, blew air into her ear hole, and said seductively: "Then, do you miss me?"

Being a little itchy, Qian Yiman couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The man's voice was hoarse and sexy, making people unable to resist.

Facing his fiery gaze, Qian Yiman nodded and whispered, "I thought about it."

She thought about it, a month had passed since the last time.

Yan Zhengting liked the way the little woman needed him, so he carried her back to the bedroom and bed.

The fig leaf worn by the two people disappeared without knowing when.

He lay behind him and hugged her, whispering in her ear: "Manman, I'll give it all to you."

"Well..." Qian Yiman turned to look at him, but he sealed his lips.

He was particularly gentle tonight.

In the bedroom, the ambiguous singing sounds melodious...

……

The next morning.

When Qian Yiman woke up, her man had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for her.

He helped me get dressed, brush my teeth and wash my face.

At this moment, in front of the dinner table.

Yan Zhengting was holding his little woman and feeding her breakfast.

First I fed her half a bowl of porridge.

Then, he opened another hot boiled egg.

Thinking that she didn't like to eat whole boiled eggs, she took a spoon and smashed the eggs into small pieces.

Then, he handed it to her mouth and coaxed gently, "Here, eat some more eggs. This one is nutritious..."

This man was really kind to her.

In fact, Qian Yiman was already full.

Moreover, she really doesn't like to eat hard-boiled eggs. She always feels that the taste is very clogged in her throat.

However, Yan Zhengting had carefully prepared these after getting up early in the morning, so she obediently ate the whole one.

Then, he raised his head, blinked his big bright eyes, and praised him: "It's so delicious."

Regarding her excellent performance today, Yan Zhengting curled his lips with satisfaction.

He really likes to feed her. Watching her eat little by little makes him feel very happy.

Qian Yiman put her arms around the man's waist and leaned against his chest quietly, listening to his powerful heartbeat. She was very content.

The same was true for Yan Zhengting as he held her, feeling happy in his heart.

Qian Yiman: "In my last life...no, I must have done a lot of good things in my last life."

The man looked down at her and said, "Why do you say that?"

"So, I can only meet you in this life..."