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

Outside the window, the night breeze is blowing and the sky is full of stars.

Qian Yiman, who was sleeping soundly, had a dream about her past life, and then suddenly woke up.

After waking up, she found herself covered in cold sweat. Thinking of the lonely and desolate scene in her dream, she couldn't help but feel panicked.

However, after seeing the man sleeping next to her, the uneasy mood gradually stabilized. He always made her feel inexplicably safe and warm.

Qian Yiman subconsciously rubbed against Yan Zhengting's arms. Perhaps the man sensed the uneasiness of the person in his arms in his sleep, so he tightened his arms around her.

Lying beside him, with the sound of his steady, strong heartbeat in her ears, her thoughts gradually began to drift away.

Qian Yiman has had a happy family life in recent years and is extremely satisfied with her current life. She hasn't thought about her past life for a long time.

Tonight, for some reason, I had this dream again.

Ten minutes have passed...

Half an hour passed...

In the end, I didn’t know how much time had passed.

Qian Yiman sighed deeply in her heart. Reality told her that she was suffering from insomnia.

After lying there for a while, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She carefully removed Yan Zhengting's arm from her waist and tiptoed out of bed.

She put on her slippers and stood by the window, forgetting to put on a coat. Qian Yiman quietly opened a corner of the curtain, looked up at the stars in the sky, and the memories of the past instantly flooded into her mind...

She clearly remembered the year when Xiaobei was born. One day, she was awakened by her son's crying in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep. Yan Zhengting held her in his arms and went to the yard to look at the stars.

Although many years have passed, the memory of that night is still vivid in her mind. To this day, she still remembers clearly that the sky was particularly beautiful that night.

Thinking about it now, I still find it extremely romantic.

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman's mouth corners could not help but slightly rise. At this moment, the silvery white moonlight shone on her through the glass window, making her look gentle and beautiful.

"A-choo!..."

The temperature was a little low late at night, and she sneezed unexpectedly. The loud sound rang out in the quiet room.

It’s over, it’s over. This is definitely going to wake him up.

Qian Yiman covered her mouth immediately, then turned her head to look at the man on the bed, not daring to make any sound.

The man on the bed woke up immediately after hearing her sneeze. Before he fully opened his eyes, he reached out to touch his side and found that the place where his wife should have slept was empty.

All sleepiness disappeared immediately, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that there was no one around him.

Yan Zhengting looked towards the window instinctively. The person who was covering her mouth and looking at him could not be anyone else but his wife.

He casually turned on the night light on the bedside table, threw back the quilt and got out of bed. "It's so cold, why are you standing there instead of sleeping?"

"I'm sorry to have woken you up. I had a dream just now, and I couldn't fall asleep after waking up..." When the man came to her, Qian Yiman leaned towards him intimately, greedily absorbing the warmth and breath from his body.

Yan Zhengting found that her hands were a little cold, so he held them in his hot palms, and his tone was inevitably a little helpless, "You are disobedient. It's so cold and you don't know how to put on a coat. You will be uncomfortable if you get sick..."

"I forgot..." Qian Yiman leaned against his broad and strong chest, rubbed her head against it gently, and said coquettishly, "I didn't mean it..."

She had always believed that if she admitted her mistakes quickly enough, the punishment would not catch up with her.

Sure enough, it was as she expected.

"You, you..." Yan Zhengting thought he had no ability to resist her. He just sighed helplessly and gently pinched her cheek.

Looking at this woman in front of me who has a smiling face but is not sincere in admitting her mistakes, I really don't know what to do with her.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, stuffing her into the warm quilt without giving her a chance to refuse, and then he went over to accompany her.

Yan Zhengting sat against the head of the bed, holding her on his lap and letting her face him.

While he was warming her hands with his body temperature, he asked, "What did you dream about just now? Huh?"

"..."

Qian Yiman was silent for a long time and did not answer him immediately. She really didn't know what to say.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response. Her silence made Yan Zhengting feel a little confused.

Receiving the man's inquiring gaze, Qian Yiman no longer remained silent.

She organized her words in her mind, and then asked him tentatively, "Do you believe that people have a previous life?"