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

Due to work reasons, Lin Xiaoyun was unable to stay in Kyoto for long and returned the day after the study ended.

Life is about countless reunions and partings.

As soon as Lin Xiaoyun left, the room felt a lot emptier. Yan Jingqiu felt a little sad and was depressed for several days.

However, time is like a clockwork that never stops and will not be paused because of someone's sentimentality.

Autumn goes and winter comes, and it is the end of the year again.

It gets dark early in this season, so for safety reasons, Qian Yiman left the store an hour early.

The bus arrived at the gate of the family compound. Qian Yiman got off the bus and walked towards the gate. Her steps could be described as very brisk.

Although it hasn't snowed in Kyoto this year, it still feels chilly. The cold wind blows in from all directions, scraping at my face like an ice knife, causing me great pain...

Qian Yiman pulled her clothes tightly together, covered most of her face with a scarf, and walked home with her head lowered.

I have to say, this weather is really cold...

She had never thought that the distance from the compound gate to her home was so far. At this moment, she wished she could step on two Hot Wheels and fly home in a flash.

Before she was about to freeze to death, Qian Yiman finally ran into her yard. Before she entered the house, she smelled the aroma of food in the yard.

On the way from the compound gate to her own door, her hands were already frozen stiff. She took out the key from her bag with some clumsiness and tried several times before she finally found the door lock.

After Qian Yiman entered the house, she hung her bag on the wall, stomped her feet and ran to the kitchen.

"I'm back!"

As soon as she ran to the kitchen door, she saw a familiar figure. Yan Zhengting was wearing an apron and busy at the stove.

The casserole beside it was already bubbling with aroma, probably with soup stewing inside.

Yan Zhengting heard the noise when she opened the door. When he heard footsteps coming behind him, he put down the kitchen knife and turned around.

He smiled at her and said softly, "I cooked your favorite soup tonight. You can drink it in ten minutes..."

As soon as Yan Zhengting finished speaking, Qian Yiman ran forward and hugged him, nestling her whole body in his arms.

Even in the cold winter, the man's body was always very warm. After leaning on him for a while, Qian Yiman felt that a lot of the warmth in her body had returned.

She rubbed her lips against his chest comfortably and said softly, "You don't know how cold it is outside. I'm almost frozen. I could hardly hold the key to unlock the door just now. I opened it several times..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengting took a clean cloth beside him and wiped the water droplets off his hands.

Then, he pulled his wife away from his arms a little and wrapped her cold hands tightly in his warm big hands.

"Come, I'll warm you up, you won't be cold soon..."

The man's tone was incredibly doting, and his actions were incredibly gentle. Even though the wind was blowing coldly outside the window, Qian Yiman felt extremely warm at that moment.

At this moment, winter seemed to disappear.

The warmth from his palms seemed to ward off the winter chill, just as the spring sunshine temporarily melted the ice and snow.

The aroma of the bone soup in the casserole became stronger and stronger, and Qian Yiman's hands gradually warmed up.

"Is it still cold now?"

"My hands aren't cold anymore, but..." Qian Yiman shook her head, then pointed at her slightly red ears and nose, "These two places are still cold..."

Yan Zhengting's eyes were dark and deep. His gaze stayed on her face for two seconds. Suddenly he smiled, picked her up and put her on the stove.

"Okay, I'll help you in a different way this time..."

After saying that, Yan Zhengting pinched her chin, lowered his head and kissed the tender red lips in front of him...

It was gentle and lingering at the beginning, and gradually became passionate later...

The passion between the two seemed to have started a fire, burning the winter and warming the whole house.