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

Yan Zhengting's warm palms held the back of Qian Yiman's head, and his lips were scorching hot, like waves of heat coming towards her, covering her entire body with his breath.

Qian Yiman's heart was pounding. She closed her eyes gently, feeling his breath and passion.

The temperature in the bedroom soared wildly. In this small world with only the two of them, the surging tide quickly overwhelmed their rationality...

Soon, a rustling sound was heard, and the clothes of the two people were scattered on the floor from the wall where they had just stood to the bed.

A messy place...

At this time, the breeze blew in from the window, shaking the curtains and bringing a faint fragrance of grass and trees in the yard.

The morning breeze was slightly cool, Qian Yiman was naked, and goose bumps quickly appeared on her skin. Her mind also became clearer, and she turned her head to look at the bright window, her heart skipping a beat.

Although there were no houses opposite the window of their room, they always felt something was strange.

At this last critical moment, she raised her soft arms, gently pushed the man on her body, and reminded him: "The curtains... the curtains are not drawn..."

Yan Zhengting raised his head, his eyes fell on the large area of ​​snow-white skin on her chest, his eyes were deep, and contained a surge of emotions...

He was absolutely unwilling to stop at this critical moment.

However, he knew that if he did not do as his wife said, she would definitely feel uncomfortable and would be distracted and not engaged in the process.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhengting closed his eyes, suppressed the strong urge, hesitated for only a second, and then immediately turned over and got out of bed.

Qian Yiman saw him stride to the window, pull it open as quickly as possible, and then return to the bed as quickly as possible.

The next second, she was wrapped in a strong and hot embrace.

Then, in the next hour or so, she truly and deeply felt all the madness and desire her man had for her...

Qian Yiman just felt that she was floating up and down on the sea, feeling dazed and indescribable.

She squinted her eyes, lying there in sweat, her voice still hoarse and charming afterward, "It's so hot~~"

After sweating so much, it would be very easy to get sick if you take a shower right away. Yan Zhengting certainly couldn't agree to that. "Be good, I'll take you to take a shower later. You can't take a shower now, or you'll catch a cold."

"Okay~~" Qian Yiman responded obediently.

Seeing the well-behaved woman under him, Yan Zhengting's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes full of doting that was about to overflow, and his fingers gently brushed the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her eyes, which still showed signs of spring.

After a while, Yan Zhengting got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He didn't care that he was sweating profusely, but carefully wiped the sweat off Qian Yiman's body, for fear that she would catch a cold.

After wiping, I hugged her and lay on the bed to rest for a while.

After the temperature of her body dropped, he picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Actually, I can wash it myself..."

Qian Yiman glanced at the man in front of her who was about to help her take a bath and said this tentatively, although she knew that under normal circumstances this man would not agree.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting raised his eyelids and teased: "Do you have the strength to wash it yourself? Why don't we..."

Qian Yiman met the man's gaze, and could still vaguely see the fiery heat in the depths of his eyes. She thought that as long as she dared to say something and still had the strength, he would most likely pull her to do it again.

Considering the actual situation of her weak waist and knees, she decided to be a person who knows the current situation.

What's more, there are people serving her, so why would she be dissatisfied?

Since you can't resist, just enjoy it.

Without thinking too much, she grabbed Yan Zhengting's muscular arm and replied, "It seems that I don't have much strength..."

As she spoke, Qian Yiman began to pull his arm and shook it gently.

She blinked her bright and lively eyes and said softly and coquettishly, "Help me wash..."

It would have been fine if she didn't act coquettishly, but once she did, Yan Zhengting couldn't control himself and seemed a bit infatuated with her.

"It's too late." Yan Zhengting exerted a little force and pulled the person over, trapping him in his arms, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Qian Yiman: "..."

"Manman, once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back." Yan Zhengting spoke slowly, stroking the smooth skin under his hands.

Qian Yiman: "..."

The next second, a slightly cool touch came.

When she came to her senses again, she found that Yan Zhengting had picked her up and put her on the sink.

There was a huge disparity in strength between the two of them. At this moment, she was like a fish on a chopping board, unable to jump at all.

"Um..." Qian Yiman swallowed her saliva and used a negotiating tone to act coquettishly to the man again, "I'll apply for installment payment, and I'll pay you in the evening..."

Little did she know that acting like a spoiled child at this time was her biggest mistake. Sure enough, she was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"Manman, there's still more for tonight. I won't give you less, don't worry..." Yan Zhengting's voice was hoarse and low, his breathing became disordered, and his hot and wet tongue went straight into her ears...

"..."

Qian Yiman trembled all over and could no longer speak. A tingling sensation began to spread from her spine.

She leaned limply against the man, as if she had been fed with muscle-softening medicine and had no extra strength.

"Hmm~~" At the moment she was being dragged down, she thought she finally understood what it meant for her face to grow older with age.