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

After being married for so many years, it was the first time that Yan Zhengting heard such fresh remarks from his wife.

Yan Zhengting's gaze lingered on her, and the smile in his eyes quickly spread, and his heart couldn't help but soften.

"Okay." Yan Zhengting held one of her hands and placed it on his lips and kissed it gently, and said in a doting tone: "What kind of domestic violence method do you want?"

After saying that, without waiting for her to answer, he put his arms behind his head, looking like he was ready to do whatever you want, "Come on, I will definitely cooperate."

Qian Yiman laughed, and began to rub his hands, eager to try, "No need for your cooperation, just lie down and don't struggle."

Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows slightly and signaled her with his eyes that she could do as she pleased.

Qian Yiman looked around and found that there was only a sheet nearby. It was hot in the summer, so there was no way a quilt could be placed on the bed.

Qian Yiman frowned and was in trouble. She was a little worried that if she hit him too hard, it would hurt him too much.

She realized that she felt distressed before the fight even started, and her face darkened a little.

Forget it, just let it be a sheet. Just make do with it. Don’t be too sorry for the man.

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman finally made up her mind. She reached out and pulled the sheet over Yan Zhengting's head quickly and accurately.

Then, he took a deep breath and started punching the man with both fists.

Qian Yiman was hitting him while also talking to him.

"Yan Zhengting, I told you not to provoke me..."

"I told you to torment me..."

During the process, Yan Zhengting just lay there without saying a word, just as he said. Facing domestic violence from his daughter-in-law, he always adhered to the principle of not resisting or struggling.

He had only one goal, to make his wife calm down.

Besides, it must be said that the little strength she exerted on her body was just like tickling.

Seeing him lying there motionless, Qian Yiman began to feel distressed. She thought that she had hit him so hard just now, and wondered if she had hurt him.

Alas, she really couldn't be cruel to him.

Qian Yiman stopped what she was doing and resigned herself to her fate by lifting the blanket off the man.

She sat on Yan Zhengting, stared at him fiercely, and asked, "Will you dare to do it again next time, huh?..."

Yan Zhengting looked at her straight and did not answer her immediately.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qian Yiman felt that the anger that had just dissipated returned to her body. Just as she was about to continue the domestic violence, Yan Zhengting pulled her into his arms.

By the time she reacted, the whole person had been pinned under him, and the two of them stared at each other.

“Manman, am I wronged?” Yan Zhengting held her slender waist with both hands, a smile in his eyes, and said in a meaningful tone: “Who was it that held me and wouldn’t let me leave at that time…”

Being reminded by the man with such ill intentions, all the memories from the morning came back to Qian Yiman's mind with a "boom".

Instantly, her face turned red.

It would have been fine if she hadn't been reminded, but after being reminded, Qian Yiman felt that she could no longer save her face.

The sheet that she had just used as a tool for domestic violence was soon used on herself.

Faced with this situation, Qian Yiman's first reaction was to cover her eyes, then pull the bed sheet beside her over herself, trying to hide something.

At this moment, she wanted to disappear from his sight temporarily.

She was sure that this bastard did it on purpose.

In fact, there is no need to tell the truth.