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

It's not bright yet.

In the Kyoto family compound, a light suddenly came on in a bedroom on the second floor.

"Manman, wake up..."

"Wake up, Manman..."

Qian Yiman was sleeping soundly when she felt someone patting her face and calling her name softly.

She struggled to open her sleepy eyes, and after a few seconds of being stunned, she found Yan Zhengting, already dressed, sitting beside the bed, looking at her tenderly.

She turned her head and glanced out the window. There was no light coming through the curtains, and she was very sure that it was still dark outside.

But why did this man, who usually wished she could sleep a little longer and was reluctant to let her get up early, wake her up so early today?

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman blinked and looked at the abnormal man in front of her in confusion, "... Um... Why did you get up so early?"

Her voice was soft, and a bit lazy, like a feather falling on Yan Zhengting's heart, making him feel numb, tingling, and tingling...

"I'll take you somewhere." Yan Zhengting had a smile in his eyes. He didn't answer her directly, but kept her in suspense in a mysterious way.

Qian Yiman: "..."

I can only say it's abnormal, very abnormal, really abnormal...

After all, this style of doing things is not like Yan Zhengting's style at all.

She was so curious that she wanted to continue asking.

But when she was about to open her mouth to ask something, Yan Zhengting had already bent down and pulled her up from the bed.

Yan Zhengting had already prepared the clothes she was going to wear and placed them beside the bed. Without even giving Qian Yiman time to react, he quickly stripped off her pajamas and skillfully changed her into clothes for going out.

It has to be said that after so many years of training, Comrade Yan Zhengting is not only very fast in helping his wife take off her clothes, but also very fast in putting them on.

Since she had someone to serve her, Qian Yiman simply let him do whatever he wanted to her, and before she knew it, she wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep again.

Seeing that she was still too sleepy to open her eyes, Yan Zhengting gently patted her fair cheek and said softly: "Be good, I'll take you to wash up first, and you can continue to sleep in the car later..."

No matter what he said, Qian Yiman nodded subconsciously.

Her well-behaved appearance was really lovable, Yan Zhengting smiled and rubbed her head. Then he carried Qian Yiman into the bathroom by her hips like a child.

Qian Yiman was placed on the sink in a daze. Suddenly, she felt a cool touch on her butt, which refreshed her mind and most of her sleepiness disappeared.

The next second, a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed into it was placed next to her mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Qian Yiman obeyed and Yan Zhengting brushed her teeth carefully. His movements were as gentle as possible, as if he was serving a priceless treasure and was afraid of bumping into her.

Rinse the foam out of your mouth, followed by a warm towel.

The feeling of the hot towel rubbing against her face seemed to open every pore that was still in the early morning dream. If Qian Yiman was still half sleepy just now, then the other half of her sleepiness had almost disappeared now.

The towel on her face was warm, and Qian Yiman's heart was also warm.

She knew that Yan Zhengting was usually quite casual when washing his own and his two sons' faces. But every time it was his turn to wash her face, he was extremely gentle.

Qian Yiman could always feel how much he cherished her, which was reflected in every aspect of their life at all times.

The kind that makes you want to ignore it, but can't.