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

Qian Yiman stood in front of the counter and paid for the photo.

Then, he asked: "Boss, how many days will it take to get the photos?"

"Come get it in a week."

"Ok."

Qian Yiman complained in his mind that it was so slow to develop photos these days.

Moreover, even if it is slow, it is also very expensive. One photo costs one yuan, six is ​​six yuan.

No wonder, people these days feel that they are more dignified even if they take a picture.

However, after coming out of the photo studio and seeing Yan Jingqiu's vaguely happy expression along the way, Qian Yiman felt that the six yuan spent was quite worthwhile.

It can barely be regarded as a day of "mother is kind and son is filial".

......

At night, in the Yan family's bedroom.

"Honey, my feet hurt."

After walking a lot during the day, Qian Yiman acted coquettishly with the man and said that his feet hurt.

Without saying anything, Yan Zhengting went out and brought a basin of hot water in to soak her feet. He squatted on the ground and massaged her soles, "Is this strong enough?"

Qian Yiman closed his eyes comfortably and said slowly: "Well, it's really comfortable."

Ten minutes passed.

Yan Zhengting stopped and said, "You can't soak for too long. Let's get here first today."

"Okay." Qian Yiman said he hadn't enjoyed it enough yet.

When Yan Zhengting finished pouring the foot-washing water and entered the room, Qian Yiman was already leaning on the bedside, waiting for him.

Don't ask her why she doesn't just sleep with her, because she doesn't feel safe without a man around.

"Why don't you just lie down and sleep?"

"I want you to hold me to sleep."

Qian Yiman's expression made Yan Zhengting's throat tighten.

He got into bed and took his little wife into his arms.

Thinking of what happened during the day, she said softly: "Jingqiu is very happy today, Manman, thank you for being so kind to her."

"Then am I good to you?" Qian Yiman grabbed his hand and gently stroked the thick callus on it.

"Very good, very good." Yan Zhengting kissed her white little face.

He was content with his beloved woman in his arms.

......

The next morning.

Yan Zhengting was about to get out of bed when the little woman next to him opened her eyes.

"Wake up so early? Did I wake you up?" Yan Zhengting asked, rubbing her head.

"Well, it's possible that I went to bed too early last night." Although Qian Yiman's eyes were open, he was still a little confused.

"Get some more sleep."

"Well, I want you to coax me."

Qian Yiman wrapped his arms around his neck and clung to him like a boneless body, soft and coquettish.

Yan Zhengting's heart softened, and he patted her back gently with his big hand, coaxing softly: "I'll pat you to sleep, okay?"

"it is good."

Another five minutes passed. Qian Yiman did not fall asleep, but became more and more awake.

It is said that men are most energetic in the morning, but she found that she, a woman with a normal body and mind, was also very energetic in the morning.

She rarely wakes up so early. With a handsome and tough guy in her arms right now, it's really hard not to have random thoughts.

Moreover, this man still belonged to her, so she couldn't help but start thinking about some fancy things in her heart...

Qian Yiman dared to think and act, and immediately put it into action the next second.

She pulled the man's neck towards her, stuck out her slippery little tongue, and traced his chin with green stubble. Then slowly suck on his sexy thin lips.

The little woman lit fires everywhere, making Yan Zhengting freeze up.

He quickly turned this situation from passive to active.

His big hands imprisoned her head, absorbing her softness and sweetness domineeringly and forcefully.

After kissing for a while, Qian Yiman fell limply into his arms.

The two of them clung to each other, and the temperature in the bedroom began to get hot and hot.

There is nothing about the little woman underneath that is not attractive.

Yan Zhengting's eyes turned red as he held her, wishing he could rub her into his body.

The sheets fell to the floor...

Yan Zhengting gently bit her earlobe and led her to sing softly and dance gracefully in the early morning.

Their dance steps are like flamenco dance, passionate and unrestrained...

Tight curtains conceal the secrets and stories of the room.

A ray of sunshine from outside shone into the room through the gap in the curtains.

At the same time, the singing and dancing in the room gradually subsided.

Qian Yiman's face was like a peach blossom, and he lay limply on the bed.

I glanced at the sunshine outside the window. Did she count today as rising side by side with the sun?

Yan Zhengting hugged her, beads of sweat rolling down his broad chest from time to time.

He leaned close to his young wife's ear and said with a hint of hoarseness in his magnetic voice: "Can you fall asleep now?"

Qian Yiman's face felt a little hot, he covered his eyes and said, "I've fallen asleep."

The man let out a muffled laugh and patted her back gently.

Then, he spoke slowly and gently: "Go to sleep. I will be back when you wake up."

Just like that, Qian Yiman fell asleep again in his man's arms.

For the first time in more than ten years, today is the first time that Yan Zhengting has not gone out for a morning jog.

When he arrived in the army, he was greeted by the care and greetings of his good brother, Battalion Commander Fang.

"Zhengting, you are usually invincible. Why didn't I see you running this morning? I didn't see you coming even after I finished my run."

"It's nothing, I overslept."

Yan Zhengting said a word without blushing, and then went to train the new recruits.

Battalion Commander Fang was left standing there with a look of disbelief on his face.