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

Since she had decided to treat everyone to a meal, Qian Yiman forced herself to get up early the next morning.

When she got up, Yan Zhengting was no longer by her side. He must have gone for a morning run.

Qian Yiman scratched her hair, got up from the bed, put on her slippers, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The fresh morning air blew towards her, and the breeze carried the scent of grass. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, and her mind felt clear.

I have to say, the air quality is really good these days.

Suddenly, she was embraced in a warm embrace.

There was no surprise on Qian Yiman's face, and she didn't even open her eyes. She knew it was him just by the sound of footsteps.

She leaned back unconsciously, her whole body lazily resting in his arms, and felt that this morning was even more beautiful.

Yan Zhengting was very pleased with her affectionate attitude, and he lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

His voice sounded in Qian Yiman's ears, gentle and doting, "Why did you get up so early today, huh?"

Unlike before, she wouldn't wake up until he left for work every morning.

Qian Yiman turned around and buried her face in the man's broad chest and rubbed it gently. Whenever she was held in his arms, she felt her heart was full and swollen.

She tightened her arms around the man's waist and said softly, "Didn't we agree last night that we would invite Sister Fang and Sister Lin and their families to dinner today? We should get up early and prepare..."

To Yan Zhengting, this was no big deal, he could handle it all by himself. So, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, "Don't worry, I can take care of all this, you can just continue to sleep..."

"I won't sleep anymore. It's rare for me to get up early." Qian Yiman put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the face. "Besides, it's not tiring to work with a man and a woman."

He was very tired at work on weekdays, so Qian Yiman was naturally reluctant to let him do everything.

Her fresh argument made Yan Zhengting chuckle, and seeing that she really didn't want to continue sleeping, he didn't force her anymore.

Yan Zhengting pecked her rosy, plump lips, glanced at her pajamas, and made a suggestion, "Manman, let me help you change your clothes."

The top button of Qian Yiman's pajamas had been unbuttoned at some point, and the collar was a little open.

She only needed to lower her head to see the red marks she had left on her chest last night. Yan Zhengting's eyes gradually became darker...

Qian Yiman followed his gaze, and when she found out where he was looking, her cheeks and ears suddenly started to feel hot.

"No, thanks. I can change it myself." She pulled her collar closer and struggled to get off his legs.

"Manman, you only have two choices." Yan Zhengting held her firmly on his legs and whispered in her ear: "First, let me help you change your clothes. Second, let me..."

After saying this, Qian Yiman's face was visibly even redder than before.

This man's face became thicker and thicker with his age. She didn't even know how to describe him.

Finally, Qian Yiman covered her face with her hands and replied as if admitting defeat: "I asked you to change, I asked you to change..."

Yan Zhengting kept smiling, and then he let her go with satisfaction.

Then, he stood up and walked to the closet, stood in front of the closet and began to choose clothes for his wife.