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

In the Yan family's bedroom.

As usual, before going to bed, the couple sat leaning against the head of the bed and shared with each other some of the things that happened to them that day.

Even if it is a trivial matter, they listen very carefully when the other person is speaking and respond to every word.

They are both very satisfied with this peaceful and simple life.

Yan Zhengting put his arm around Qian Yiman with one hand and gently rubbed his chin against her soft head, feeling his heart was filled with joy.

This kind of life may seem dull, but it makes people happy and at peace.

Qian Yiman leaned against the man's chest, grabbed one of his big hands, and drew circles in his palm, having a lot of fun.

Suddenly, she remembered what her son had said to her before.

Qian Yiman suddenly raised her head, and her delicate fingers touched the man's resolute and handsome face, and said with a smile: "Comrade Yan Zhengting, I heard from my son that you told them that I am the most precious thing in the family?"

"Isn't it?" Hearing this, Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows slightly and asked as a matter of course.

Then, he reached out and gently pinched Qian Yiman's chin, then lowered his head and gave her a big kiss on her pink lips.

Then, he raised his arm and rubbed her black and smooth hair, and the doting between his eyebrows seemed to be about to overflow in the next second.

A gentle man is like a bottle of aged wine, charming without knowing it...

Qian Yiman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart felt like a feather was brushing against it, making her feel numb and itchy...

It seems like something needs to be done urgently.

She licked her lips subconsciously, and stared at him with her bright black eyes, as if she was still wanting more.

What we mean is, if you dare to think, you must dare to do it!

Happiness is something you have to fight for yourself.

"Just one kiss, I think it's not enough..." Qian Yiman said, and then she pulled her man's neck down at lightning speed and gave him a passionate French kiss.

Faced with such passion from his beloved, Yan Zhengting reacted quickly. He put his big hand on the back of her head and regained control of the initiative.

His breath gradually became hotter, and the force of his kiss on her red lips was even a bit fierce and brutal...

The breathing of the two people intertwined and gradually became disordered.

The male hormones flooded over Qian Yiman, and she felt weak and powerless, unable to resist.

This kiss is long and lingering...

I don’t know how much time passed, but just when Qian Yiman thought she was going to suffocate, Yan Zhengting finally let her go.

At this moment, her lips were moist and delicate, as if tempting to be picked.

Yan Zhengting's heart moved slightly, and he slowly stroked her lips with his fingertips.

His fingers were so warm and hot that she couldn't help but shiver.

Qian Yiman slowly opened her eyes and was unexpectedly met with the man's fiery eyes. She sensed a familiar message of danger.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a small brush was brushing across his heart.

Yan Zhengting felt his whole body tense up. He closed his eyes and finally turned over and pressed Qian Yiman half under him.

A new round of kissing began.

It only takes a moment for the thunder in the sky to strike the earth. The temperature in the air rises sharply, and the flame of love burns more and more fiercely...

When Qian Yiman came to her senses again, she discovered that the pajamas of the two had been taken off at some point, and even the air had become ambiguous.

She didn't care about being shy, she put her arms around the man's neck and responded to him passionately.

After the two fell in love, their behavior became more outrageous...

I have the illusion that I don’t know what day it is.

Logically speaking, what happens next should be a natural and logical thing.

However, when something is at a critical point, something is always likely to happen.

"mom!"

"Mommy mommy……"

"dad……"

Just when the final push was about to begin, the sound of Yan Qinbei knocking on the door was heard outside the room.

It’s really killing me!

Yan Zhengting frowned and felt the veins in his temples twitching. He had an urge not to pay attention to Haodaer outside the door.

In other words, I would rather hang him up and beat him up.

"Go and see your son." Qian Yiman could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. She reached out and pushed the man to ask him to open the door.

Yan Zhengting took a deep breath and really didn't want to pay any attention to the little bastard who was ruining the mood at the door.

However, he still tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his body, and finally got out of bed with his extraordinary willpower.

He took the pajamas and put them on his wife and himself, then walked over and opened the door.

"dad……"

As soon as the door opened, Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan stood side by side.

Seeing that their father didn't look well, the two little guys felt a little nervous.

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