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

"..."

There was a second of silence in the air.

Thinking that she had indeed neglected him recently, Qian Yiman put herself in his shoes and suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman stopped what she was doing, stood up from the chair, turned around and hugged him back.

There was some height difference between the two, so Qian Yiman had to stand on tiptoe in order to kiss the man's cheek.

The man in front of her never wanted her to suffer any injustice, and likewise, she naturally didn't want him to suffer any injustice...

In Qian Yiman's world, love is not about unlimited concessions and compromises by either party. Love is an equal thing, and both parties should understand each other.

Standing on tiptoe was not enough, Qian Yiman put her arms around the man's neck and pulled him down, kissing him wildly on the face without caring about anything else.

"Don't slander me, or I'll sue you for defamation..."

Yan Zhengting: “????”

Yan Zhengting was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He finally understood what it meant to turn the tables.

Qian Moumou, a woman who is trying to turn the tables, is not entirely unreasonable. She understands the principle of giving someone a stick and then giving them a candy.

After Qian Yiman had kissed enough, she saw her saliva on the man's face. She pretended not to see it and decisively buried her head in his chest.

"I was wrong..." Then, she gently rubbed him and began to coax him in a soft voice, "Don't be angry, okay..."

"I've been busy learning this with Mom lately, so I might have neglected you a bit. I promise I won't do that next time..."

She realized that it was not worth it to ignore the people around her for such a small matter.

"Yeah, I'm not angry." Yan Zhengting raised his hand to rub the head hidden in his chest, his eyes filled with undisguised doting and tenderness, "Silly Manman, how could I be angry with you..."

He couldn't love her enough.

Just a glance from her, without even a word, and his whole heart would soften into water in an instant.

Qian Yiman finally raised her head and repeated the previous action.

"Old Yan, how can you be so nice?"

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

"Mua, mua, mua..."

"Come on, smile and prove you're not angry..."

Qian kissed Yan madly and confessed his love to her crazily, completely ignoring the fact that the sugar content in the air had exceeded the limit.

Yan Zhengting was completely taken in by her tricks, and the smile in his eyes could no longer be concealed, gradually spreading to the corners of his eyes...

After smearing her saliva on the other side of Yan Zhengting's cheek, Qian Yiman finally let him go with satisfaction and stared at him with a silly smile.

"Yan Zhengting, you're so kind to me. Did I save your life in my previous life?"

"Yeah." This statement sounded fresh to his ears. Yan Zhengting chuckled and brushed the messy hair behind her ears. "You have saved this life..."

In the next life, the next life... continue to save people.

In this way, you will still be mine in the next life, and the next life...

"Okay, I promise."

Once a couple starts to get affectionate with each other, they can't stop for a while.

Yan Zhengting's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he felt an urge to eat her up.

I saw his fingertips stroking the earlobe of the person in his arms. The soft and delicate touch made people want to bite it.

Then, he actually did it according to his own ideas.

Yan Zhengting bit his wife's white and tender earlobe and whispered as if threateningly, "You kissed me for so long just now, shouldn't you return the kiss now? Hmm?"

"Give it back..." Qian Yiman's legs started to feel weak. She leaned all her weight on the man. Her body was soft but her mouth was firm. "Give it back, who's afraid of who?"

As a man of action, Yan Zhengting smiled, without any unnecessary words, he picked the person up and put him on the big bed.

As the saying goes, fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.

With a "bang", the bedroom became pitch black.

After a burst of rustling noises, more and more clothes appeared on the floor...

That night, the bed boards and walls of the Yan family all bore weights that they should not have borne.

The workload might be a bit excessive.