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

Under the influence of her strict mother, Qian Yiman became more and more interested in knitting sweaters, and she silently vowed in her heart that she would improve her skills to a higher level.

Apart from eating, sleeping and spending time with her children, she spends almost all of her time studying this skill.

The results prove that hard work does have some use compared to talent. Although the progress is not amazing, it is at least visible to the naked eye.

It's late at night and the dog is asleep.

The clock on the wall had already reached half past ten.

Qian Yiman was wearing pajamas, sitting at the desk under the lamp, holding her unfinished sweater and continuing to work hard.

The neck became a little stiff after being lowered for a long time. Qian Yiman twisted her neck and rubbed it with her hands. After the pain eased, she lowered her head and continued.

After a while, she started yawning again, and later even her eyes began to turn red.

She originally planned to go to bed and work on it tomorrow, but when she thought that only one sleeve was left unfinished, Qian Yiman felt like she was given a shot of chicken blood, and her sleepiness disappeared by about 70%.

At the same time, the bathroom door in the bedroom opened.

Because they were the only two people in the bedroom, Yan Zhengting came out shirtless with only a pair of shorts on.

The man's strong and broad chest was exposed at a glance, and the remaining water droplets on the ends of his hair slowly flowed down his slender neck, hitting his shoulders and then flowing down to his abdominal muscles...

After hearing the noise, Qian Yiman took a break from her busy schedule and glanced over there.

Once she saw it, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

My man is tall and strong, every inch of his muscles is so firm and powerful, and he exudes a strong masculine aura inside and out.

How can one describe it with just one word “MAN”!

Seeing this, Qian Yiman swallowed silently.

She should have known better and shouldn't have looked at him any longer.

Men are just as attractive as women.

However, thinking of the "work" she was about to complete, Qian Yiman summoned unprecedented willpower and forced herself to look away.

You must stay calm, you must stay calm...

Qian Yiman repeated it several times in her mind, then lowered her head and continued to work.

Yan Zhengting walked towards Qian Yiman while wiping his hair which was still dripping with water.

Normally, at this time, she would have come running over and acted coquettishly, asking him to hold her, but today she seemed too calm.

Thinking about the situation over the past few days, Yan Zhengting felt more and more that something was wrong...

"Manman..." He casually threw the half-wet towel aside, walked behind Qian Yiman, bent down and hugged her, trying to take the things away from her hands, "It's late, let's knit it tomorrow..."

"No, no, I'll be fine soon, you go to sleep first..."

When she said this, Qian Yiman didn't even raise her head, for she was afraid that if she looked at him any longer she would be bewitched by his beauty.

Yan Zhengting stared at her for two seconds, then slowly said, "You've been staying up late for several days..."

In fact, what he really meant was that you haven't slept with me for several days.

Knowing that she had neglected him recently, Qian Yiman paused what she was doing, tilted her head back and kissed the man on the cheek.

In the quiet bedroom, the sound is crisp and loud.

"..."

Now, it was Yan Zhengting's turn to swallow silently.

He reached out and straightened Qian Yiman's head, then pecked her lightly on the lips. If you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of grievance in his voice, "I can't sleep without you lying next to me..."

"Be good, tomorrow, I will definitely accompany you tomorrow..."

"You said the same thing yesterday..."

amount……

Qian Yiman opened her mouth, feeling guilty but unable to utter a word. It seemed like it was true.

She held up three fingers and swore like a bad girl, "I will do it tomorrow, I promise, okay?"

Under the dim light, the man's dark eyes became deeper. Suddenly, he spoke, "Don't you love me anymore?"

Qian Yiman: "..."

It's over, she's in trouble!