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

"Don't worry..." Tara Summer comforted her, although she had been terrified upon hearing that the baby had a fever.


But this was the first time her child had fallen ill since she became a mother, it was inevitable she'd feel panic.


Having calmed down now, she felt there was no need for excessive alarm, it was normal for children to experience headaches and fevers, so she offered the man a slight smile, "Relax, it's common for children to get sick, don't worry, you stay and handle things, I'll go back and check..."


"No, we'll go together..." Liam Yancey insisted, his heart tight, a dull pain lurking within.


"Hehe, there really is nothing to worry about, don't forget I am a doctor!" Tara wrapped her arms around his, her face relaxed, "...or don't you trust the words of a doctor?"


Liam Yancey chuckled, his large hand stroking her hair, and he didn't insist any further.


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