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

Tonight is the legendary wedding night.

Qian Yiman's mental state at the moment was both nervous and curious. After living two lives, she was still blank in this regard.

She sat in front of the dressing table to take off her makeup, and combed her hair into a bun so she could take a shower later.

Listening to the sound of water running from the bathroom, she felt her throat was a little tight and her heart seemed to be beating faster than usual.

Within a few minutes, Yan Zhengting finished washing and came out.

"So fast?" Qian Yiman said he was shocked.

Is this the legendary speed at which men bathe?

"I'm used to it. It's been a tiring day. Go and wash up quickly. I've already brought the hot water in for you." Yan Zhengting said while buttoning his pajamas.

Qian Yiman took his pajamas into the bathroom and took the time to take a hot shower. Back then, she never took a bath for more than twenty minutes. However, it is too cold here and there is no bathroom heater, so we can only solve it quickly.

There was no hair dryer indoors and it was snowing heavily outside.

Therefore, she decisively chose not to wash her hair. Fortunately, she had just washed it yesterday afternoon.

When she came out of the bathroom, Yan Zhengting was already sitting on the bedside, holding a book and reading.

The bed sheets and quilt covers for the two of them were a festive bright red. It didn't take much to think that they were decorated by the elders. It was said that she had never slept on such a red quilt in her life.

"Sit here and I'll rub your shoulders." Seeing her coming out, Yan Zhengting waved her to come up.

"Then there's Commander Lao Yan." Qian Yiman smiled mischievously at him, then sat down unceremoniously.

It had to be said that such an opening statement made her temporarily forget about the evening's business and her nervousness.

"Comfortable?"

When she was drowsy and about to fall asleep comfortably, a hot breath suddenly came to her ears, and she suddenly woke up with a sudden jolt.

"Shu, comfortable." Qian Yiman noticed a hint of danger and began to get nervous.

"Don't be afraid..." He reached out and held his little wife in his arms, and kissed her hot and hot...

"I, I, how about we just have a simple chat? Let's have a chat." Faced with such an enthusiastic offensive, Comrade Qian Yiman said that her legs were weak.

The development of things seemed to be more exciting than she imagined, and she was scared.

"Huh? What do you want to talk about? Tell me, I'm listening..." Yan Zhengting took his hands free and began to unbutton his buttons one by one, not forgetting to fool her.

Damn it! Men are indeed big pigs. They usually look cold and serious, but once they see meat, they start to stop being human.

Qian Yiman felt like she was out of breath. She wanted to ask who invented this human game. It was so embarrassing.

Before she could react, the world was spinning and she was firmly imprisoned.

Suddenly feeling a chill on her body, she reached out and pushed it. Yan Zhengting was unmoved and continued to do his work with his head down. .

I don't know how long it took, but when her whole body was in a daze, she felt a tingling pain in her body.

It really hurts, she was careless. At the last moment, she burst into tears knowing the truth.

Yan Zhengting leaned over and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes painfully.

The "creak" sound of the wooden boards never stopped for a long time.

Downstairs, in the room of strict father and strict mother, you can faintly hear the movement upstairs.

"Look at your son, he doesn't know any restraint at all." Yan's mother complained to Yan's father.

"You just love to worry. Which couple didn't come here when they were young? Go to bed early..." Yan's father looked like he had been through this before.

……

The movement stopped when the roosters crowed.

"Go to sleep." After cleaning himself and his exhausted wife, Yan Zhengting hugged her and fell asleep.

The next day, when Qian Yiman got up, the man beside him had disappeared.

She really wanted to just lie there all day, but she was very hungry, and sleeping in at her husband's house on the second day after the wedding was not a good look, so she still had to do some superficial work.

He struggled to get up, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he fell to his knees without any preparation. He never expected that his legs would be so weak.

I was so horny last night and so sore today.

Her waist is sore and her legs are weak. This exercise is too taxing for her!

Just as she was holding on to the bed and about to stand up, Yan Zhengting opened the door and came in. He picked her up and placed her beside the bed, and thoughtfully put her socks on.

Then he rubbed her waist and shoulders. I have to say, the technique and strength were really perfect.

The soreness in the waist and the weakness in the legs were more than half cured immediately.

"Sorry,...I'll be more careful next time."

"Really?" Qian Yiman looked up, not quite believing it.

"Well, really."

The more sincere Yan Zhengting speaks now, the harder he will be slapped in the face in the future. Qian Yiman will suffer greatly along the way.