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

The bodyguards deliberately wore casual clothes today, at a glance indistinguishable from ordinary people.


Tara Summer walked on the beach initially with her shoes on, but fortunately, she later took off her sandals and carried them in her hand.


Fierce Eagle wanted to carry them for her, but she refused.


Seeing many children playing with sand, Tara suddenly thought of Kaitlyn, so she took out her phone and called Morgan Benson.


Kaitlyn hardly carried her phone around since she woke up, so for convenience, Morgan told her to call him directly.


"Hello." The call was quickly connected, and Tara, hearing the man's voice, greeted him joyfully.


Morgan responded, "Hello, Tara Summer."


"How has Kaitlyn been lately?" Tara asked as she walked, always careful to watch where she was going to avoid bumping into others.


"Same as always, sometimes good, sometimes bad," Morgan replied indifferently, his tone revealing no particular emotion.


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