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

After closing the door, he didn't leave. Instead, he stood outside the bathroom door, his brows tightly furrowed…


Until eleven o'clock, when the butler knocked on the door of the room, he was still maintaining the same posture, leaning against the wall.


"Young master? Young master? Have you gone to bed yet?" The butler had never seen the young master still not up so late and couldn't help but feel worried. Driven by his duty to protect, he had to knock on the door, fearing the young master was ill or had suffered some accident.


George Summer's expression was solemn, and it took several inquiries from the butler before he responded.


His voice was hoarse as he stared at the door, "Oh, I'm fine, you go downstairs first!"


"...Yes." The butler outside the door raised an eyebrow and then walked away.


The bedroom was quiet once again. George Summer turned his head to look at the bathroom, then sat down on the sofa, repeatedly going over the scenes from the hall last night in his mind.


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