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

"Young Master, in the future, let such friends stay at a hotel instead..." The housekeeper lowered his head, his expression somewhat odd.


George Summer furrowed his brows and after a long while, he waved his hand, "Alright, I know, you can go home now!"


The housekeeper nodded and then left the hall.


"..." George Summer slumped into the sofa, leaning against its back, staring at the housekeeper's retreating figure until it vanished before he got up.


He went upstairs and stood at the bedroom door for a long time, heaved a heavy sigh, and only then pushed the door open and went in.


"Tara Summer..." As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, he saw the woman come out of the bathroom, and George Summer, gripping the door handle, froze there.


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