When Luo Xingcen threw himself into He Qianyao's arms, there was a special sense of warmth of belonging.

Luo Xingcen only felt that she was wrapped in He Qianyao's warmth, and the tip of her nose was full of his clean smell.

And her hand was tightly wrapped around his waist.

That's nice!

That bastard who sold her is just a bastard scumbag!

That's not her real dad!

In this way, she can also imagine that her biological father may have encountered some unavoidable hardship, or that he does not know about her existence...... Either way, she can give herself a better imagination.

Luo Xingcen didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this time.

But she thought about it, if Luo Jun was not her own father, then Luo Qiuhua would not be her real aunt.

As soon as this thought popped up, it immediately diluted the snickering joy when she learned that Luo Jun was not her own father.

She has no feelings for Luo Jun and Luo Qiang.

However, Luo Xingcen really treats Luo Qiuhua's family as relatives.

In case of......

If she wasn't related to her aunt's family by any kind, would they still want her?

Thinking of this, panic and grievances were like floods that opened the floodgates, drowning Luo Xingcen.

Tears turned from joy to pain, but they couldn't stop.

He Qianyao looked at the small body in his arms, and his whole body stiffened.

His body tensed suddenly, and even his breathing became cautious.

Not long after, He Qianyao's shirt was wet with Luo Xingcen's tears.

He sighed softly.

No matter how much he wanted Luo Xingcen not to invest too much emotion in himself, he couldn't control his heart.

Now, Luo Xingcen is crying in pain, and he comforts him a little, it shouldn't be overstepping, after all, Luo Xingcen is crying so uncomfortably, and it is also because of the information he has found......

After doing a good job of psychological construction, He Qianyao wrapped his long arms and gently and resolutely took Luo Xingcen's whole person into his arms.

He hugged Luo Xingcen and made her sit on his lap so that he could hold the girl's tiny body tightly to his chest.

Luo Xingcen's tears and crying made He Qianyao feel very distressed.

And holding her in his arms again, feeling the delicate and soft touch on her body, made He Qianyao feel indescribably satisfied and down-to-earth.

These days, it was as if there was a gap in his heart, and this hole was filled in this instant.

He Qianyao couldn't help but take a deep breath.

His entire nasal cavity was filled with the fresh and soft aroma of Luo Xingcen's body.

He Qianyao has smelled countless high-end perfumes.

However, whether it is the world's most expensive Royal Dignity No. 1 perfume or the most tempting divine tears perfume, in He Qianyao's eyes, it is not as light as the fragrance on Luo Xingcen.

This is the scent of Luo Xingcen itself.

This taste made He Qianyao's proud self-control collapse in an instant.

He could barely restrain himself and kissed the girl's soft lips.

But no!

At the moment when He Qianyao lowered his head and was about to touch Luo Xingcen's hair, he stopped abruptly.

He couldn't be so selfish!

He couldn't let Luo Xingcen pour too much emotion into himself.

Otherwise, in case she's as crazy as Yunjin......

No! Absolutely not!

As soon as he thought of Luo Xingcen becoming like that, He Qianyao felt that he couldn't accept it at all!

He would rather be silently by her side as he is now.