As soon as she turned to face Lancelot, her right hand gripped the corner of her canonized garment.

Because she has always suspected in her heart that the other party will be her biological father, Luo Yangyang always has a feeling similar to homesickness.

Although she wanted to check with Lancelot whether the two were related by blood.

But Lancelot did show up, and she didn't dare to take that step.

Luo Yangyang looked at Lancelot's hand stretched out in front of her, she subconsciously tilted her head slightly, and raised her eyes to look at the canonization.

"It's fine." Seeing Luo Yangyang looking at him again, the saint bowed his head again and whispered in her ear.

Luo Yangyang lowered his eyes again and looked at Lancelot's outstretched hand, which was still not returned, and then looked at Lancelot who was smiling at her.

Only then did she loosen the corner of her canonized clothes, carefully stretched out her right hand, and shook it: "Hello." ”

Luo Yangyang's body was originally small, and her metacarpal bones were also small, and as soon as she held Lancelot's wide and thick palm, Lancelot shook her hand back with a curl of fingers.

Her little palm was wrapped in Lancelot's palm.

Lancelot's warm body temperature came from his hand, and it was tightly wrapped in his big thick palm, as if a small boat in the storm suddenly had a harbor to dock into.

Luo Yangyang's heart was hot, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

Maybe between father and daughter, there will really be telepathy in the dark, Lancelot held Luo Yangyang's little hand, and he was unwilling to let go of his complicated feelings.

The father and daughter looked at each other like this, looking at each other with deep eyes.

Although Luo Yangyang and Lancelot do not have feelings other than the affection of their elders, they watched the two of them holding hands tightly and not letting go, and looking at each other affectionately.

hugged Luo Yangyang's canonization on the side, and his heart was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, and he began to be jealous.

"Maybe we can find a place to sit and talk."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, gently grabbed Luo Yangyang's wrist, and pulled back Luo Yangyang's hand that was held by Lancelot with a slight force.

Although Lancelot is most likely Yangyang's biological father, it is not appropriate to hold hands so affectionately all the time.

As a fellow man, Lancelot knew what his subject was thinking as soon as he saw the possessive eyes of the canon.