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

Assuming Fierce Eagle didn't understand French, she called out directly in French, "... deal with him tonight!"


European and American women are quite open, and she shouted this out in public without any hesitation, not caring whether anyone around understood or not.


Fierce Eagle raised an eyebrow and finally took another look at the four women, and it was undeniable that all four of them were beautiful. Not only did they have good looks and figures, but their demeanor was also quite impressive, albeit their language was crude.


It wasn't shockingly offensive, but hearing such talk was somewhat uncomfortable.


"..." Fierce Eagle pondered what to say when he caught sight of Tara Summer approaching out of the corner of his eye. With a slight application of strength in his arm, he subtly pushed the woman in his arms away and turned around, saying, "... Young Madam, you've arrived."


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