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

"I know, little housekeeper, but isn't it time to go to bed now..."

Yan Zhengting tapped the little woman's nose, picked her up and put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt and lay down in it.

As soon as his man lay down on the bed, Qian Yiman immediately got into his warm arms and clung tightly.

They were going to be separated for a while, and both husband and wife were very reluctant to part with each other. They held each other for a long time without speaking.

The weak orange bedside lamp shone softly on the two of them, making them look so warm and beautiful.

Lying in Yan Zhengting's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, Qian Yiman rubbed his head against his chest, coquettishly, "I won't be able to hold you to sleep tomorrow night... ..."

"I'll spend the night with you..."

Her delicate look was very endearing. Yan Zhengting lowered his head and kissed the little woman's forehead, his nose filled with her faint body fragrance.

His breath gradually became unstable, and his dark eyes became darker. After turning over, he half pressed on her.

Then, overwhelming kisses came from top to bottom, all the way to the eyes, nose, lips, neck...

From gentle and shallow at the beginning, it turned into a violent storm later...

The music of love plays in the bedroom...

On the bed, Qian Yiman frowned slightly, holding his white arms weakly on the man's shoulders, biting his lower lip with his teeth, whimpering softly.

A few strands of hair were messy and scattered on her cheeks.

Yan Zhengting pressed her hand to his side, leaned over and took the red lips in his mouth, biting them gently.

"Manman, do you love me?" He gasped, his voice hoarse and sexy.

"Love~~Love you~~" Her eyes flickered, and she responded to him obediently.

"Why is my Manman so good, huh?" The woman's unreserved love made Yan Zhengting happy both physically and mentally.

Finally, tirelessly, the more you fight, the braver you become...

That night, Qian Yiman didn't even know when he fell asleep or how he fell asleep.

Maybe he was tired or fainted from exhaustion.

Early the next morning, warm sunlight shone on the bedroom floor through the gaps in the curtains.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yan Zhengting woke up first.

Scenes from last night began to appear in his mind, and he frowned and raised the corners of his mouth. Facing this little woman, the self-control that I was proud of was completely vulnerable in front of her.

The little woman fell asleep quietly in her arms, her long black and shiny hair scattered smoothly on the pillow, and her whole person looked very soft and well-behaved.

Yan Zhengting reluctantly kissed the little woman's smooth forehead and seemed to be saying to himself, "Where did you come from, little fairy, huh?"

As if he felt something itchy on his forehead, the person in his arms made a sound and moved his little head.

Then, he slowly opened his big confused eyes, blinked at the man in front of him with a confused expression, and it took him a while to react.

She immediately hugged Yan Zhengting's neck, opened her red lips slightly, and said softly: "Comrade Yan Zhengting, why did you wake up so early?"

I obviously spent so much time last night.

Sometimes she really couldn't understand. Logically speaking, this man was in his thirties, so why was he so energetic?

After every indulgence, he is always the one who is tired. He should get up early every morning, as if nothing affects him.