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

When Qian Yiman opened her eyes again, the sun outside the window had already risen high.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly sat up from the bed, still feeling a bit dazed and sleepy.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto her face, covering her entire body with a layer of golden glow. She raised her hands to cover her eyes, trying to dispel the glaring light.

"Is it okay to hide here..."

A man's deep and pleasant voice came from her ears, and Qian Yiman was immediately embraced in a warm and broad embrace, and the glare of the sun was completely blocked behind her.

"Hmm..." Qian Yiman relaxed in Yan Zhengting's arms, revealing a bit of laziness, and asked in a soft voice: "What time is it?"

"eight thirty."

Qian Yiman: "????"

The next second, she suddenly raised her head from his chest, "What, what!!"

Yan Zhengting hugged his wife in his arms, stroked her hair with his palm, and said slowly: "Be good, don't worry..."

"Why aren't you in a hurry?" Qian Yiman pushed the man's hand away and hurriedly climbed down from his legs, muttering to herself, "Oh my... my plans are all messed up, all messed up..."

She got out of bed, quickly walked to the closet and took out the clothes she and Yan Zhengting would wear today, then returned to the bed and threw the clothes to the man who was still leaning on the bed, signaling him to hurry up and change.

Qian Yiman was unbuttoning her clothes and preparing to change out of her pajamas when she caught a glimpse of Yan Zhengting still sitting motionless at the head of the bed, looking at her. She became even more anxious.

She put down her hands that were unbuttoning her clothes, grabbed the man's clothes and threw them into his arms, then she put her hands on her waist and ordered, "Yan Zhengting, put on your clothes quickly."

She changed from her usual gentle appearance and instantly turned into a tigress.

Other men might be in a bad mood if they were scolded by their wives, but Yan Zhengting was just the opposite. His mood at the moment inexplicably became quite good, and he couldn't help but smile gently at the corner of his mouth.

Qian Yiman was stunned by his reaction, but she quickly reacted.

She glared at the man angrily, her tone even more ferocious than before, "Yan Zhengting, hurry up! Stop grinning like an idiot..."

Then, Yan Zhengting started to move with clothes in his hands, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Qian Yiman felt that his attitude was not serious, and said angrily: "You are still laughing!..."

"I'll be angry if you laugh again..." Qian Yiman said, then she snorted and turned away, deciding to pretend she didn't see it.

It turns out that men are not only fast at taking off their clothes, but they are also fast at putting on clothes.

Yan Zhengting quickly changed his clothes, then walked over and hugged Qian Yiman from behind, "Okay, stop laughing..."

"Humph!" Qian Yiman raised her head and took a quick look. Her sharp eyes revealed the truth of the matter. "Yan Zhengting, you're still smiling."

Yan Zhengting: "..."

"Manman, I am innocent."

Qian Yiman's mind was working quickly, and her hands were even faster than her mind. While Yan Zhengting was not paying attention, she pushed him back onto the bed the next second.

She sat on the man, looking down at him, grinning at him triumphantly, as if saying, "Hey, little guy, look, my sneak attack was successful, right?"

Little did they know that it was Yan Zhengting who cooperated and lay down voluntarily.

Qian Yiman raised her chin with a proud expression, "Yan Zhengting, I am officially informing you now."

"I'm going to start domestic violence!"