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

Her body bore no any marks, nor any bruises. When Tara Summer finally took off her pants, the clear traces on her underwear sent her heart plummeting into the abyss.


"This is..." she stared in terror at the slightly sticky liquid on her panties, which seemed to be from a man's...


Tara Summer didn't dare to be certain, her hands trembled, and like a hot potato, she flung the underwear far away.


Her face turned ashen, alternating between shades of pale and then finally settling into a bruised purple, her lips turning blue.


She turned on the showerhead, letting the icy water wash over her body. In the cold water of March that froze to the bone marrow, she stood motionless, as if her soul had departed.


The suddenness of everything that had happened left her unable to think deeply. Tara Summer had never been so afraid, and even at this moment, she was still reluctant to believe that something had happened with George Summer...


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