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

"..." Emma Benson's spine stiffened as she faced the man's questioning, finding herself speechless.


She closed her eyes, not wanting to explain anything because she simply had no strength left to lie!


"What, not talking now?" Walter Schmidt scoffed coldly, suddenly leaning down close, only half a meter away from the woman's body.


Emma's body tensed further, feeling the pressure from behind and the wild aura emanating from the man; she opened her eyes and then turned around, her gaze meeting the man's dark, profound eyes.


He tilted his head slightly, and the light from behind him finally allowed her to see his face clearly—handsome, stern, and icy cold without a trace of warmth. The thick blood vessels in his eyes were heavy with suppressed rage, frightening to behold.


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