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

After eating and drinking, Yan Zhengting felt satisfied from the inside out with his beloved woman lying in his arms.

After resting for a while, Qian Yiman was ready to settle the score with his man.

She turned the man's face and glared at him, her voice still hoarse, "Yan Zhengting, you lied to me again. Twenty minutes and twenty minutes... How many twenty minutes has it been? You said... "

Yan Zhengting calmly hugged her a little tighter, lowered his head and pecked her red and moist lips.

Then, he said shamelessly: "Manman, you can't just believe what a man says in bed. Didn't you already know that?"

"..."

Qian Yiman rolled his eyes, but she was speechless and unable to refute.

Yes, she should have known, she was too young!

She thought that her spiritual spring water had fed her too much after all. So much so that this bitch became so lively so quickly and still had the energy to talk nonsense to her.

But despite being angry, she still cared about him.

Qian Yiman gently placed his hand on the healed part of his wound and asked worriedly: "How is the wound? Does it hurt?"

"No, I don't feel uncomfortable at all." Yan Zhengting shook his head and continued to tease her, "And if you need it, I can come for many more twenty minutes..."

The kind that can continue to fight until dawn.

Since there was no discomfort at all, Qian Yiman couldn't bear it anymore. She quietly stretched out her hand and pinched his waist.

"How is it? Does it hurt now?"

"Hiss... Manman, you are so cruel." Yan Zhengting groaned in pain, and she twisted it, which was really not polite.

"Humph, I told you to be dishonest and to mess with me."

The most important thing is that tonight she was not only bullied by him for so long, but also had to worry about whether his wounds would be uncomfortable while being bullied by him.

To make her worry blindly for so long, she must pinch this man to make him remember.

Not caring about anything else, Yan Zhengting began to coax his daughter-in-law, using as gentle a tone as he could, "Well, it's my fault and I'm not good. Are you still angry now? Do you want me to pinch you again?"

Qian Yiman didn't say anything and silently helped him rub the area where he had pinched her. This behavior made it obvious that she was beginning to feel distressed.

Alas, there was nothing she could do, she just couldn't harden her heart towards this man.

All it takes is a hug and a gentle word from him, and her whole heart will be as soft as a puddle of water.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but crawl into the man's arms, wanting to be closer to him, full of attachment and intimacy.

With his beloved woman by his side, the two of them were so intimate that Yan Zhengting's heart was filled to the brim.

He didn't speak, he just tightened his arms around her, wrapped her little hand under the quilt in his big palm, and kneaded it from time to time.

The two hugged each other quietly, saying nothing for a long time.

Suddenly, Qian Yiman spoke, "Yan Zhengting..."

"Yes, I'm here." Yan Zhengting kissed the top of her hair, his voice soft and gentle.

Qian Yiman paused, then slowly said: "You must stay with me for a long, long time. When we get old, we can still hold each other and talk like we do now..."

"...Okay, I will still hold you like this when we grow old." Yan Zhengting knew why she said these words.