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

The children are not at home, so there is nothing to worry about and you can do whatever you want!

During this meal, Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman ate very happily. Not only did they pick up food for each other all the time, but they also stopped from time to time to look at each other, and their eyes were so charming that they could make people cry.

Tonight, what is romantic is not only the candlelight dinner, but also the pink bubbles everywhere in the air.

After eating, Qian Yiman put down her bowl and chopsticks, sat on a chair and rubbed her stomach.

"I'm so full." After saying that, she turned her head to look at the man beside her, suddenly laughed, and let out a satisfied sigh, "It's so comfortable to have someone serve me while I eat..."

"It's good to be full." Hearing this, Yan Zhengting turned his head to look at her, and his seemingly serious words were a bit ambiguous, "Don't worry, I'll help you take a bath later..."

Having said this, Yan Zhengting paused.

However, after looking at her red cheeks, he immediately added, "To make you more comfortable..."

"OK……"

Qian Yiman: "..."

Qian Yiman swallowed and she could feel her cheeks starting to get hot and red.

She had been with her man for several years and had a lot of experience. This man was full of dirty talk, and she couldn't pretend not to understand the words that came out of his mouth.

In order to hide her embarrassment, she made up her mind and blurted out, "It's not certain who will serve whom..."

"Oh?" Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows and pinched Qian Yiman's chin. "I couldn't ask for such a good thing..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

I was too impulsive just now. It seems to make no difference who serves whom.

Good boy, he’s been dragged into the ditch again.

The blush on her face seemed even warmer under the warm candlelight, and it directly warmed Yan Zhengting's heart.

His heart moved slightly, and he turned his head to stare at her for a moment. Suddenly he raised his hand and pinched her cheek, smiling and said, "You know, I would love to do the same..."

"Ah... stop talking... eat first..." Qian Yiman covered her face with both hands and urged him embarrassedly.

Even though they had been married for many years, she was still not as shameless as him.

Yan Zhengting stopped teasing her and ruffled his wife's hair, making his already good mood even better.

The food that Qian Yiman couldn't finish ended up in Yan Zhengting's stomach. She looked at the empty plate and felt better, as she felt that she hadn't wasted any food.

After dinner, Qian Yiman stood up and went to the wall to turn on the light, and the room suddenly became brightly lit.

She let her eyes adjust for a while before returning to the dining table. She bent down and tried to blow out the candle in front of her, but was immediately stopped by Yan Zhengting.

He reached out and held her down, saying, "Don't blow it yet."

"Hmm?" Qian Yiman was confused by Yan Zhengting's behavior and asked in confusion, "Why? Do you still want to continue watching?"

"You'll know later..."

Yan Zhengting glanced at her, looking a little mysterious.

However, she soon realized the use of candles.

Two hours later.

The bustling bathroom slowly returned to calm. After Yan Zhengting washed himself and his wife, he carried her back to the bedroom.

It was only then that Qian Yiman realized that the man had taken the candle to the bedroom and lit it.

As if he could see the doubt in her heart, Yan Zhengting put her on the bed and kissed her bit by bit...

"Manman, doesn't this make it more like a wedding night..."

"..."