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

Time passes quietly inadvertently.

In a blink of an eye, it is the twelfth month of the lunar calendar.

A few days ago, Yan Qinnan's child turned two months old, and Qian Yiman officially ended his twin confinement life.

Anyway, Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman were going back to Kyoto for the Spring Festival, so Yan's father and Yan's mother simply stayed and followed them, thinking it would be good to help them with their children.

In the past two months, Qian Yiman has been well taken care of by his family, and his face is more rosy than before giving birth to the child.

The figure is slightly plumper than before, but the waist is still slender. It can be said that I am fat where I should be fat, but I am still slim where I should be slim.

In the words of Sister-in-law Fang and others, it is not obvious that she is a mother who has given birth to two children.

At this time, Qian Yiman was lying on a lounge chair in the space, applying a facial mask.

Although she is young now, a woman cannot be careless about skin care. She ordered several boxes of facial masks from Taozi APP.

Every week, she comes in at least two or three times to apply it.

The little cutie sat aside bored, looking at Qian Yiman with a dark face, and hesitated to say: "Master..."

"Well, what do you want to say?"

Qian Yiman lay on the chair and almost fell asleep so comfortably.

The little cutie sat on the floor, holding her chin with her hands and asked her, "Your spiritual spring water already has beauty and health-preserving functions. Isn't it a bit unnecessary for you to apply a facial mask?"

Dare I ask, is there any skin care product in this world that is more effective than the spiritual spring water from space?

At least, it has not been seen for a thousand years.

Qian Yiman took a small mirror and looked at it, and replied: "You don't understand, I'm calling good plus good, two-pronged approach."

Drink water as usual.

But what we are saying is that there is still a sense of ritual in skin care.

"Sigh... No wonder you don't have to guess what women are thinking. Now I can see it."

It’s so complicated. The little cutie shook her head helplessly, saying she didn’t understand.

Fifteen minutes later.

Qian Yiman tore off the facial mask paper from his face, took a small basin and scooped the spiritual spring water into it, and then began to wash his face.

I wiped the water off my face and admired myself in the mirror for a while. I was very satisfied with the current condition of my skin.

After drinking spiritual spring water and applying facial masks for more than a year, she felt that her skin was fairer and more delicate than when she was eighteen.

……

At night, in the bedroom.

Qian Yiman finished taking a bath first and was standing in front of the crib, tucking in the quilt for Yan Qinnan's child.

Child Yan Qinbei has been sleeping with her strict father and mother recently, so she only needs to take care of this little one at night.

Yan Zhengting opened the door from the outside and came in. He walked straight over, put his arm around her shoulders from behind, and asked warmly, "Why haven't you seen enough all day long?"

Since the birth of her two sons, most of her thoughts have shifted to her children.

To be honest, he was a little jealous, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Qian Yiman leaned back in the man's arms, smiled and replied, "Because it's our child, so I like it no matter how I look at it..."

She didn't really like children before, but because she was born to him, that's why she likes them so much.

Qian Yiman's words successfully pleased the man behind him, and he whispered softly: "Then, do you also like the child's father..."

His warm breath sprayed on Qian Yiman's ears, making her tremble slightly.

Although both of them were wearing pajamas that were not too thin, she could still feel the increasingly hot temperature on the man's body.

Gradually……

The temperature in the bedroom began to rise, and in the end I didn't know whose breathing was disrupted first.

"Manman..."

"Um……"

Yan Zhengting's chin gently rubbed the crook of her neck, and the faint fragrance of her body was on the tip of his nose, which seemed particularly alluring at this moment.

"Well..." Suddenly, Qian Yiman felt a numbing pain in his neck.

Yan Zhengting was very satisfied when he saw the bright red plum blossom that suddenly appeared on her fair skin.

He rubbed it gently with his fingertips, causing the little woman in his arms to tremble...

Immediately, his kiss fell on Qian Yiman's ear.

"Manman, do you want it?"

The hot tip of his tongue traced the outline of her ears, and the man's voice was hoarse and low.

It has to be said that in some ways, he understands herself far better than she does.

"Do you want to, huh?"

He reached out to help her tuck the hair that was scattered around her ears behind her ears, and whispered softly into her ears.

"Hmm... think about it." His hot breath made Qian Yiman's legs and feet feel weak, and she leaned softly in his arms.

After getting the answer he wanted, Yan Zhengting smiled with satisfaction.

He picked her up and walked to the big bed and put her on it.

The next second, something fell on Qian Yiman's eyelids, and she closed her eyes reflexively.

Then, the man was greeted with dense kisses, which kept falling like raindrops...

His kiss was hot and affectionate, flowing down smoothly...

The two of them had not communicated intimately for several months, and both seemed a little anxious at this moment.

I don’t want to endure it for a moment longer.

Yan Zhengting grabbed her hand and put it on the button of his pajamas, and said seductively: "Manman, help me unbutton it."

The man's voice was hoarse and low, extremely seductive.

Qian Yiman's face was red, and his hands were trembling slightly as he helped him unbutton one by one.

The clothes spread out to the sides.

Seeing his broad and strong chest, she swallowed unconsciously, and looked away embarrassedly under his half-smiling gaze.

Yan Zhengting did not let her go. He leaned over her ear and said jokingly: "Does it look good?"

"Okay, okay."

The little woman beneath him raised her hands to cover her face, blushing and whispered.

Although this man usually looks serious outside, he is very bad in this regard. He often likes to make her blush and her heart beats before getting into the topic.

Yan Zhengting didn't know what was going on in her head, so he continued to guide her,

"Then look at other places, do you like it..."

"..."