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

"I'm sorry..." The woman's face paled, betraying her panic.


She shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Michael, I'm really sorry!"


Her three consecutive apologies finally snapped the man back to reality. Michael Greenwood's face showed embarrassment as he lowered his eyelids in a gesture of regret.


"The one who should be sorry is me. I forced your hand..." he said, standing up with a dark look on his face. Looking up at her again, he continued, "I will speak to my father clearly, don't worry, the wedding won't happen."


"No need to say more, I understand." Michael Greenwood cut her off with a bitter smile, "I'm just not that fortunate..."


He turned and walked towards the door with heavy steps, his hands clenched into tight fists, almost crushing his own bones.


Michael Greenwood cursed himself inwardly. Before they registered their marriage, it had been clear that it would end once Walter Schmidt got engaged or married.


Yet he hadn't expected it to happen so soon!


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