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

Yan Zhengting was very pleased with her sweet little gesture.

Because of her simple words and a kiss, my heart softened beyond words.

Yan Zhengting pressed her head against his chest and stroked her soft hair with his other hand from time to time.

He soon discovered that just holding her was not enough to suppress the joy in his heart, and something in his heart wanted to break out.

Without thinking too much, Yan Zhengting picked up the person in his arms and put her on the stove. Before Qian Yiman could react, his kiss had already fallen.

Warmth...Tenderness...Tenderness...

Qian Yiman was pinched by him, and her mind went blank for a moment. When she reacted, her arms were already tightly wrapped around the man's neck.

She was looking up at him with enthusiasm.

This height is perfect for two people to kiss, and it doesn't require any effort at all.

The two of them kissed so much that they almost forgot about time.

It was not until Qian Yiman felt she could no longer breathe that she struggled in Yan Zhengting's arms and pushed him away.

Finally breathing fresh air, she panted, slightly parted her red lips, and said in a soft voice: "If you keep kissing me, I won't have dinner..."

Yan Zhengting's fingertips caressed her swollen and moist lips, with a hint of emotion in his deep eyes.

"What should I do..." He smiled meaningfully and said slowly, "I want to eat you more than I want to eat..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Qian Yiman: "????"

In the important place of the kitchen, what kind of vicious words are these?

This old man is really paying less and less attention to his influence.

Since they got married, they have been expressing their feelings to each other, and Yan Zhengting seemed to have opened Pandora's box, and he kept saying dirty words in front of her.

He didn't look at all like the serious and cold person he usually appears in front of others.

Qian Yiman could feel the man's burning gaze on her. She cleared her throat, her ears slightly red. "Comrade Yan Zhengting, let's discuss this issue tonight..."

"I'm hungry, I need to eat, and the children are hungry too..."

The children were playing in the living room, but she was not thick-skinned enough to ignore them and followed the man back to the bedroom to make trouble.

She thought that some bad things were better done secretly in the dead of night when the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll feed you first." Yan Zhengting pecked her lips again, then leaned close to her ear and said meaningfully, "You can feed me again in the evening..."

Although they have been married for many years and their children are already grown up, Qian Yiman couldn't help blushing.

She touched her burning cheeks and said shyly, "Oh, I know, I know..."

Really, she said it as if she was so hungry for him. When had she been without him all these years?

Qian Yiman's red cheeks caught Yan Zhengting's eyes. He touched her face and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat? Hmm?"

What I mean is, you order whatever dishes you want and I will be responsible for feeding you at night.

However, Qian Yiman did not forget that she wanted to be a virtuous wife today.

After she came to her senses, she waved her hand and refused: "No, no, let me show you my cooking skills tonight. I've already thought of what dish to make..."

Normally, Yan Zhengting was reluctant to let her do more work, let alone in this kind of weather, Yan Zhengting was even more reluctant.

"Be good." He rubbed Qian Yiman's hair and said softly, "Don't stay in the kitchen on such a hot day. Leave it to me."