President, Please Go Out and Turn Right.

Pei Xichen probably didn't expect that he just poured out a bottle of mineral water, but unexpectedly harvested the tree of love. Pei Xichen was unexpectedly tempted as he watched this all-powerful man's hands typing on the keyboard stir-frying dishes for him. The man who had always been cold and cold rarely spoke of love: "I am happy with you, and I am willing to dedicate my loyalty to you and protect you until death." It's just that it doesn't look that easy to hang yourself from this tree. The man whose body was covered in blood looked at Pei Xichen and coughed out a mouthful of blood, but still refused to let go. "Xichen, hold my hand tight and promise me not to let go." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Pei Xichen's lips, and he kissed the male protagonist's thin lips and murmured: "No."