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

After all, it's already afternoon and there isn't enough time.

Taking this into consideration, Yan Zhengting did not take Qian Yiman to any place far from home. He just took her to climb a nearby mountain, which took less than ten minutes to walk there.

Having lived in the city in her previous life, Qian Yiman has always longed for nature. She longed to watch the sunrise in the mountains in the morning and the sunset on the top of the mountain in the evening.

The spring breeze blows gently, softly brushing people's cheeks. The climate in early spring is always particularly comfortable, making people feel relaxed.

Qian Yiman hadn't climbed a mountain for a long time, and she was in a particularly good mood today. She climbed up desperately, and climbed up most of the way in one go, then sat down on the stone steps without any image, pulled her collar and gasped.

I'm really exhausted. I haven't done any exercise for a long time and I really can't take it anymore.

I have to say, I overestimated myself.

Yan Zhengting pulled up his trouser legs and sat down with her on the steps. He then opened the kettle in his hand and handed it to her, "Come, have some water."

It fully demonstrates the husband's thoughtfulness.

Qian Yiman took the water and gulped down half of it. Only then did the hot feeling in her body subside.

"Aren't you afraid of choking when you drink so fast..." Although there was a hint of blame in Yan Zhengting's words, if you listened carefully, you could not ignore the doting in them.

"I'm so thirsty..."

Qian Yiman returned the kettle to her man, then leaned aside and closed her eyes to rest.

“The air here is so nice…”

Listening to the singing of birds in the trees and breathing the fresh air in the forest, she murmured these words to herself.

After resting for about ten minutes, Qian Yiman reluctantly stood up, patted her butt and prepared to continue climbing to the top of the mountain.

Yan Zhengting handed her the kettle in his hand, then squatted down in front of her, showing off his super husbandly strength, "Manman, come up and I'll carry you."

"No need. Climbing the mountain is tiring enough. How can you climb with me on your back?"

It's good to have someone carry you on your back, but it's your own man who should feel sorry for you.

Relying on your own feet may be a little tiring, but at least it feels solid.

"Trust your man, come up quickly." Yan Zhengting turned his head and spoke to her with a joking tone.

Seeing the smile in his eyes, Qian Yiman climbed onto his back in a daze, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already lying on his back.

Moreover, even on the mountain, Yan Zhengting carried her on his back without blushing or feeling nervous, and even his breathing did not sound hurried.

Sure enough, the daily exercise is not in vain.

The man's back was broad and strong. Qian Yiman lay there, her nose filled with his familiar scent, and a full sense of security wrapped around her from all directions.

Qian Yiman felt unusually soft inside, and she lay on top of him and took a deep breath.

"Comrade Yan Zhengting, we seem to have forgotten one thing..."

"What did you forget?" Yan Zhengting motioned for her to continue, and continued walking towards the top of the mountain with steady steps.

"It's Fugui. Fugui has been in our family for so many years, but we seem to have forgotten to find a wife for him..." Qian Yiman said seriously.

Thinking of this, she really felt that her dog had been treated unfairly over the years.

I've been single for so many years.

Unlike other dogs, who have many children, wives and kids and a warm home.