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

"Um..."

Qian Yiman woke up from his sleep with a cry.

As soon as he turned over, he saw Yan Zhengting sitting on the chair in front of the desk feeding the child milk powder.

She was a little annoyed, why did she sleep so soundly?

"Why didn't you call me?"

She stood up with her arms supported, her voice still lazily hoarse as if she had just woken up.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting said warmly: "Manman, your man is not so fragile. I should be fine now..."

"You always say this, I think it's better to pay more attention..." Although, Qian Yiman didn't agree with his statement.

Yan Zhengting looked at her and smiled without saying anything else.

After feeding his son milk powder, he put the little guy in the crib, intending to let him stay by himself for a while.

Suddenly, he turned around and waved to Qian Yiman, who was sitting by the bed.

"Manman, come here."

The man's voice was gentle and gentle, and his deep eyes flashed with a faint smile, which was irresistible.

He was standing next to the small bed, and at this moment a ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, and it just fell on him.

His body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, making him look particularly warm and good-looking.

At the same time, Qian Yiman was very excited.

She looked at the man for a moment, then stood up and walked towards him step by step.

Yan Zhengting always had a slight smile on his face, standing there quietly waiting for her to come to him.

When she was still half a step away from him, he stretched out his arm and gently pulled her into his arms.

As a result, before Qian Yiman could react, he picked her up and sat on the chair next to her.

The man's embrace was solid and warm, giving her a sense of stability, and she was lost in his tenderness for just a moment.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, as if she were embracing the whole world around her.

"Do you believe it now?" Yan Zhengting kissed her forehead gently and said softly: "It's okay for your man to hug you..."

Qian Yiman blinked and finally woke up from the male lust in front of him.

"You just have to do it. I'll see what you do if the root cause of the disease turns up..." After saying that, she bit his chin again in annoyance.

This man is so calm, why does he feel like he is worrying blindly?

But she was annoyed because she didn't use much effort at all. She was always reluctant to let him hurt.

Yan Zhengting touched his chin, feeling a little itchy, and began to coax her with Yan's love words, "Don't worry, I will stay with you for a long, long time..."

"Hmph! Yan Zhengting, you'd better be like this..." Qian Yiman raised his chin and warned fiercely.

"Well, I've always kept my word."

His fingertips caressed her delicate lips. He felt itchy in his heart and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but in the end he resisted the desire to kiss her.

"Alas..." Yan Zhengting sighed, then gently pressed her on the right side of his chest.

I am very helpless and have no choice.

He didn't have confidence in himself, and he was worried that if he kissed her according to his own wishes, he would get out of hand.

Qian Yiman lay on his chest and asked doubtfully, "Huh? What's wrong?"

What are you sighing for?

"Manman..."

Yan Zhengting hesitated to speak and held her closer to him.

Then, leaning against her ear, his voice was a little hoarse, "Do you understand now?"

"I know, I know..."

It's so obvious, how could you not know?