Chapter 277 Pestilence (Ⅱ)

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yvzhen raised his hand and rubbed Qingyan’s head. "Yanyan, we can’t force that. Seeing Xuanyuan Yvzhen’s expression, Qingyan could tell what he was thinking. Maybe Xuanyuan Yvzhen was cold and cruel, but for Qingyan, it was good to have an elder brother like him. Besides,