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

Hearing these words, Tara Summer's complexion turned pale as paper and her body began to tremble.


Anthony watched her reaction, his lips curling up coldly into a smile, "Don't worry, Master Liam loves you so much, he won't mind this. It's just that I don't know if the rumors are true or not? Tara... I really want to know, to what extent can a man love a woman? Will he truly not care at all if his woman has slept with another man? Or..."


"Enough, stop talking!" Tara couldn't listen anymore, she screamed, interrupting him, her eyes red and misty at the bottom, "Stop it, don't say anymore. What do you want? There must be a reason for all of this! ..."


"A reason? Haha..." The man laughed uproariously, as if he had heard the funniest joke, and it took a long time for him to stop, his expression darkening.


1293: What exactly is the purpose (8)_1