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

"Because you said you liked..."

Because you like it, I have long thought that one day I would be able to accompany you to realize this little wish.

Sweet words plus surprises are so powerful that the charm of this man seems to have reached a new level at this moment.

Qian Yiman stared at her man, her eyebrows curved with joy and her eyes shining. The next second, she hugged his neck and started kissing him madly on the face.

Yan Zhengting didn't care about the saliva on his face at all. He was infected by her good mood, and the arc of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger...

It’s simple to love someone, just like what she likes and be happy with her happiness.

There are several large flat rocks in the open space ahead, very close to the edge of the cliff, which is definitely a good place to watch the sunrise.

"There, there, let's sit there..." Qian Yiman's eyes lit up and she pointed.

Yan Zhengting looked in the direction she pointed, held her in his arms, walked a few steps forward, and sat on her.

The air is slightly cool, and the mountain breeze blows on your face, seemingly with a little moisture.

Qian Yiman was wearing a coat, so she didn't feel very cold. However, the cool feeling on her face made her unconsciously shrink into the warm arms behind her.

Yan Zhengting tightened his arms and hugged the person in front of him closer, so that her entire back was completely pressed against his chest.

Then, a pair of big hands touched Qian Yiman's slightly cold cheeks and rubbed them gently.

He whispered, "Are you still cold?"

"Well...it's not cold anymore." Qian Yiman shook her head.

As she spoke, she pulled the man's hands down and interlocked their fingers with his, then lazily nestled against his chest, not wanting to move at all.

"I really like staying with you like this~~" The ending of her voice rose slightly when she spoke, and she could hardly hide her good mood.

"Well, we'll come here again when we have time..."

"Okay~~"

Yan Zhengting's chin rested lightly on the top of Qian Yiman's head, and it vibrated as he spoke, making her heart tingle and numb.

The couple sat quietly on the stone, looking into the distance, saying a few sweet words from time to time, looking forward to the moment when the sunrise comes. In this way, the waiting time does not seem so long.

Pink bubbles spread infinitely all around, and even the wind on the top of the mountain became a little sweeter.

As time passed, a hint of paleness began to appear in the sky.

Gradually, that hint of white began to expand.

The sun in the distance slowly rises from the horizon, like a shy and timid little girl exploring the world.

Then, the sun's rays gradually became stronger, and the surrounding clouds were painted in brilliant and dazzling colors.

The sky turned orange, like a painting, so beautiful that one can't take their eyes off it.

When the sun rose completely, the warm light shone on the two of them and also sprinkled on every corner of the earth, making people feel extremely warm and comfortable.

The two people hugged each other in the dazzling light, listening to the cheerful singing of birds in the mountains, quietly enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

After a while, Qian Yiman murmured softly: "It's really beautiful, isn't it..."

"It looks good, but..." Yan Zhengting stopped talking midway.

"Huh? What?" Qian Yiman asked.

"I think you look the best."

The old man's sweet words came one after another, and Qian Yiman was caught off guard and received another wave of sweet words.

The words don't have to be new, as long as they are useful.

Qian Yiman turned her head and looked up at Yan Zhengting.

The orange sunlight fell on the man from above, making his already cold and resolute face look even more charming and handsome, attracting people to come closer involuntarily.

When he lowered his head and smiled at her, his dark and deep eyes sparkled with stars, making it impossible to look away.

Qian Yiman held his face with both hands, her eyes full of obsession and love, and she couldn't help murmuring: "Yan Zhengting, I want to kiss you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could make any move, Yan Zhengting pressed his lips down on hers.

Then, their lips pressed tightly together.

He gently ran his fingers through her hair and bit her lower lip, then pried open her teeth with the tip of his tongue and led her to explore deeper areas.

Qian Yiman put her arms around his neck, responding enthusiastically to his silent tenderness and affection.

The two people's rapid breathing intertwined and blended together, passionately lingering...

Don't want to separate for a long time.