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

As night falls, the bustle of the day has long gone.

After sending her two grown children back to their room to sleep, Qian Yiman immediately rushed to the bathroom to take a hot bath.

Yan Zhengting had already finished washing them before. He glanced at the coats the two had thrown on the chair and walked over to hang them up one by one.

The sound of running water in the bathroom was close to his ears, and from time to time he could hear Qian Yiman humming an unknown tune, which Yan Zhengting was sure he had never heard before.

Listening to the song coming from inside, a smile appeared in the depths of Yan Zhengting's eyes. The voice of his wife made his originally depressed mood a little better.

When going to bed at night, there was always a pot of boiling water in the bedroom. Yan Zhengting walked over and poured out half a cup and placed it on Qian Yiman's bedside table.

Just after doing all this, the bathroom door was opened from the inside.

After taking a shower, Qian Yiman felt warm all over. She walked out of the shower, and the fatigue of the past two days seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.

"call……"

"It's so nice to take a hot bath..."

Qian Yiman sighed as she walked to the bed and sat down, then bent over to take the foot towel and prepared to wipe her feet.

"Let me do it." Seeing this, Yan Zhengting quickly took the towel from his wife's hand, squatted on the ground and began to help her wipe it.

Finally, he tucked her feet into the warm quilt, for fear that she would get cold.

Qian Yiman was tucked into bed by him and leaned against the head of the bed watching him busying around.

Yan Zhengting picked up the glass of water he had just poured and took a sip himself. After making sure the water temperature was not hot, he passed it to Qian Yiman and fed her, "It's not hot anymore. Drink a couple of sips and go to bed early."

"it is good."

This has been her bedtime habit for many years, and Yan Zhengting has always kept it in mind. He never misses it as long as he is at home.

Warm water feels warm in your mouth, but when it flows into your stomach, your heart feels warm.

Yan Zhengting turned off the main light in the bedroom, leaving only two bedside lamps on. The faint orange light shone on their figures leaning against each other, making them look even warmer and more beautiful.

Qian Yiman leaned against the man's chest, grabbed his warm big hand, and stroked the lines on his palm with her fingertips.

In the quiet space, her voice was very light and soft, like a dandelion slowly falling on the tip of the heart, "Are you... in a bad mood today?"

Although her tone was questioning, she was actually certain. After being married for so many years, how could she not understand his emotional fluctuations?

Yan Zhengting was silent for a moment, and then he slowly said: "When children grow up, they will always leave their parents..."

Although he said it lightly, Qian Yiman still heard a hint of disappointment in the man's words, and she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Just as she was about to say a few words of comfort, she heard him say something else, as if he was comforting her or himself, "It's okay, as long as you are by my side..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhengting slowly lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead.

"After all, a hundred years later, we will still be buried together..."

The words were rough but the logic was sound. Qian Yiman laughed softly when she heard him say that.

She held the man's face with both hands, turned around and knelt on the bed, and pecked his cheek several times without saying a word. Not only did she kiss his face, she also kissed his lips and chin...

This is incredible!!

The depths of Yan Zhengting's eyes gradually became dark and fiery...

He already loved her so much that he couldn't even resist a glance from her normally, let alone such passionate actions.

Yan Zhengting's Adam's apple slid, and a big hand fell on the back of her head. He lowered his head and kissed those two rosy lips, over and over again...

There was still a faint aroma of alcohol between the man's lips and teeth, and he was a little tipsy. It was unclear who started to have irregular breathing first.

The two people's thoughts were gradually occupied by each other, and they were the only ones left in the world.

……

He was sometimes gentle and sometimes as ferocious as a beast, and Qian Yiman was defeated again and again.

But the night is long and lingering.

There is no reason to let go of the meat that is already in your mouth.