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

Yan Zhengting felt that jealousy was raging in his heart and could not be calmed down for a long time.

When I got home, I closed the door.

Yan Zhengting grabbed Qian Yiman's waist, pressed her against the door, stared at her silently, caressed her face with his warm fingertips, and traced her outline.

Passing across her eyes, nose, and finally resting on her red lips, she rubbed it repeatedly with calloused fingertips until it became hot and hot.

Then, he inserted his hand into her hair, lowered his head and put his lips together...

Today he looked particularly fierce and eager, with a hint of punishment. Qian Yiman was a little short of oxygen from being kissed, and she could still vaguely hear the ambiguous sounds between the two people's lips and tongues.

a long time……

The lips of the two people finally separated, with a few transparent silver threads still in them, and their breathing was a little rapid.

Yan Zhengting grabbed the little woman's hand and placed it by his side.

He buried his head in the little woman's neck, his voice was low and hoarse, and he slowly said, "I'm jealous."

"then what should we do?"

"What do you say?"

"Honey~, how about I coax you?" Qian Yiman hugged his waist, his voice was soft and soft.

"Well, it's up to you." The two old men's hearts were softened by her being so coquettish.

"Husband, you are my heart, my liver, and my sweet baby." Facts have proved that watching TV is not without its benefits, at least you can learn love words quickly.

"If that's the case, then who did you like in school before, and who is yours?" It has to be said that Yan Zhengting knows how to focus.

"Oh, at that age when love first started, I was young and ignorant. I secretly had a crush on a few seniors..." Qian Yiman's voice became smaller and smaller at the end. She seemed to have overstated the number of people.

However, she just made a mistake that all women make. Who hasn’t had a few crushes in their youth? Who doesn’t want to hold hands with their seniors and walk around the campus together?

Yan Zhengting fell silent: "..."

several? ? What does this mean? ?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qian Yiman kept up his efforts and prepared to take a strong medicine.

He said seriously: "They are all just passers-by in my life, but you will be the father of my child."

There was no way to be angry with her. The little woman in front of him blinked her big watery eyes and looked at him. With just one look, Yan Zhengting's heart melted.

"Qian Yiman, remember! I am your future." Yan Zhengting held her face, with a bit of strength and certainty in his voice.

"Well, you are." Seeing that the man could be coaxed immediately, Qian Yiman nodded quickly and said.

Only then was Yan Zhengting satisfied. With a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, he hugged her into his arms and enjoyed the tenderness of this moment.

After that day, the two of them became more and more intimate. Occasionally, their eyes would look at each other inadvertently, and they would make each other laugh.

……

The time is silent and the winter solstice arrives quietly.

In the severe winter in the north, the wind is biting and the sky is filled with snowflakes. After one night, the whole world is completely white.

Early in the morning, in the Yan family's bedroom.

Qian Yiman gradually woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the enlarged handsome face of his man.

Yan Zhengting's eyes were so gentle that he stretched out a big hand to cover her eyes and said softly: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

"Well... I'm not going to sleep anymore. I want to hang out with you for a while." Qian Yiman took his big hand away from his eyes and acted coquettishly in his arms.

"It's the winter solstice today and it's very cold outside. I'll get up and cook breakfast for you later. Just lie in bed and don't get up."

Yan Zhengting stroked her hair from time to time, his voice still a little low and hoarse as if he had just woken up.

"Okay, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice dumplings at noon. I can use the sweet-scented osmanthus honey from last time to make it, okay?" Qian Yiman has been thinking about it for a long time.

"You can eat whatever you want." Yan Zhengting whispered.

"I heard that people in the north eat dumplings during the winter solstice. Do you want to go to the canteen to buy some and eat them back?"

Qian Yiman's little hands were dishonest, stroking the green stubble that had just grown on his chin, and said softly and waxy.

"Whatever you eat is just a formality. As long as you like it, I will like it." Cooking glutinous rice balls for his little wife is the first priority, and other things are not that important.

"You'd better go to the cafeteria and take a look. If you have one, buy one. After all, it's been your habit since childhood." She is not the kind of person who just wants others to accommodate her.

It is also a kind of beauty for one person to be supported by water and soil, each eating his own food, and each living happily.

"Manman, those are not important, as long as you are by my side." It is enough to have his beloved little woman by his side.

"You speak so nicely. Please talk more in the future. I like to hear it." Today's sweetness was up to par, Qian Yiman kissed him with a smile.

"Okay." In front of the woman you love, these love words don't seem so difficult to say.

"Husband, you have to go to the cafeteria later. I, the man, have to have the Winter Solstice dumplings that other people have." The little woman was still very heartwarming.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The curve of Yan Zhengting's mouth revealed his happiness.

The two chatted for a while, and then Yan Zhengting got up and went to cook breakfast.

It’s still nourishing red dates and millet porridge, served with boiled eggs and a plate of sauerkraut.

The two had a sweet breakfast.

Next, Yan Zhengting took the glutinous rice flour produced in space and studied how to make glutinous rice balls...