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

He simply stood there, already attracting numerous appreciative glances from women, drawing countless attentions.


Tara Summer slightly smiled until the taxi stopped, still staring without moving.


"Miss, we've arrived." The black taxi driver turned his head to remind her, and Tara Summer came back to her senses, glanced at the numbers on the meter, then took out money to pay the fare.


At that moment, Fierce Eagle looked up and saw her, his eyes twinkled, and a sigh of relief clearly loosened his serious, handsome face as he quickly approached.


The gate was still some distance from the taxi, and Fierce Eagle kept his eyes straight ahead, only on Tara Summer. He walked quickly and accidentally bumped into a group of people coming head-on.


They were all young girls, dressed in flashy and cutting-edge fashion—four in total. Two were Caucasian women with blond hair and blue eyes, very eye-catching; one was an African woman who seemed to be the oldest but was also incredibly sexy.


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