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

"But I care!..." Tara Summer lost her composure, screaming out, her voice nearly tearing apart.


The man tensed up, even able to imagine the expression on the woman's face on the other end of the receiver, surely one of heartbreaking anguish, deeply filled with self-blame.


With heartache unbearable, Liam Yancey's eyes reddened, his voice becoming low and soft, "Tara, it's okay, really it's okay. Pretend nothing ever happened, and let's go home. We'll have the wedding right away, okay?"


The man's tone was completely pleading. As Tara listened, her tears flowed even more fiercely, and her heart ached even more.


She clutched her chest, her features intertwined, feeling not only heartbroken but as if her entire body was in pain!


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