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

Last night's three cups of coffee, she drank two cups, her brother drank one, and Anthony didn't touch a single drop.


After drinking, the two of them almost fainted at the same time, at that moment, Anthony was sitting upright on the sofa.


Seeing them faint, he was so calm, as if everything was within his expectations...


So, it seems it was his doing. Anthony, could he have put something in the coffee!?


Her complexion drained of color, Tara Summer's face was as pale as a dead person's, terrifyingly white.


"Anthony... why would he do this!? What exactly is his purpose?!" she asked, her voice trembling, the facts right before her eyes left no room for doubt.


George Summer said nothing and suddenly released her shoulders.


"George Summer!?" Seeing him silent, Tara Summer grabbed his collar, her small face fraught with urgency, "Talk to me, why won't you say anything!?"


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