Mo Xiaotao

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption.
"The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise."
Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?!
Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

9.9 Billion Bride

Emily Stone wasn't particular about where she ate, casually picking a Western-style restaurant.


The restaurant was small but distinctively decorated, a genuine French establishment with great-tasting food.


In less than fifteen minutes, Emily had finished off her entire steak. She wiped her mouth with a wet napkin, and when she looked up, she saw Owl Eagle staring at her, his eyes slightly filled with surprise.


She could read the meaning in his eyes; he must have been shocked by her unrefined way of eating.


So she laughed and said, "Sorry, I eat like this when I'm hungry, quite crude, right?"


Owl Eagle's lips curved up as he averted his gaze, "It's rare to see a girl eat like that."


He had always thought Tara Summer was unpretentious when she ate, but this woman was even more nonchalant than her.


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