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

Chapter 737 With a Husband Like This, What Else Can I Ask For

After nightfall, everything around was quiet.

The sky is dotted with a few stars, twinkling and emitting light, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet night.

In the bedroom.

Qian Yiman sat leaning against the head of the bed, rubbing her feet and legs from time to time.

During the day, she went to the mountains with Mrs. Fang and a few others, and picked many wild vegetables that they couldn't name.

It's been a long time since I walked so much, and it was a mountain road, so the result was sore feet and legs.

After a while, Yan Zhengting came in from outside carrying a basin of hot water. When he entered the room, he closed the door with his foot to prevent the troublesome little bastard from coming to disturb him.

He placed the washbasin on the floor, reached out and patted the edge of the bed, and said softly to the person sitting on the bedside: "Manman, come sit by the bed."

"okay."

With such obvious behavior, how could Qian Yiman not know what he wanted to do?

My heart felt warmed and I immediately crawled over with a smile.

She sat on the edge of the bed and swung her legs. Although she had been walking for most of the day, her feet still looked white and tender. Yan Zhengting grabbed the pair of naughty feet in front of him and put them into the warm water.

The moment Qian Yiman's feet stepped into the water, she felt that all the soreness in her feet was released at this moment and had a suitable place to go.

"Oh~ It feels so good..."

A very important point is that the water temperature for foot soaking is just right, not too cold nor too hot, which is enough to show how attentive this man is.

At this moment, Yan Zhengting was squatting on the ground, massaging her sore feet and calves. This man was considerate of everything concerning her, no matter how big or small.

Qian Yiman looked at the focused expression of the man in front of her, and her heart softened unspeakably.

With a husband like this, what else could I ask for?

"Comrade Yan Zhengting, how can you be so nice..." She held the man's face, lowered her head slightly and kissed him several times on the face, kissing the left side and then the right side, trying to be impartial and treat him equally.

She kissed him madly without any regard for anything, and Yan Zhengting's face was covered with her saliva.

Yan Zhengting was left in tears by his wife's sudden affectionate gesture. He was busy massaging her feet and had no time to wipe the saliva off his face.

He raised his head and glanced at her, smiling dotingly, then lowered his head and continued his movements, "Comrade Qian Yiman, did you just discover this today?"

"Of course not, it's just that year after year, day after day, I keep discovering how good you are to me..."

"Well, that's good to know."

As she spoke, Qian Yiman's heart moved, and she felt as if something in her body was full and about to overflow.

She turned into a female hooligan again, holding Yan Zhengting's face, kissing him wildly on the face, and expressing her feelings to him very passionately, "I love you, I love you..."

"Love you, love you, love you, love you..."

Yan Zhengting was aroused by her sudden attacks this time and twice and couldn't help but have indescribable thoughts. He wanted to push her onto the bed and eat her up immediately.

But, not yet.

"Manman, come closer."

Yan Zhengting motioned Qian Yiman to move her face closer, and when she got close, he kissed her soft lips.

Then, he rubbed her nose with the tip of his nose, and his deep voice revealed a bit of hoarseness, "Be good, I will love you later..."

"..."

Qian Yiman saw clearly the burning heat in the man's eyes. She swallowed her saliva, and somehow felt like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

However, there is a vague sense of expectation.