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

Tears immediately fell, and she deeply understood that this parting really meant they would never see each other again!


Because he was so resolute, it chilled her heart to the core...


Panic started to set in, and Emma Benson didn't think twice, she hurriedly got out of bed, and in a state of panic, she rushed out of the ward. In the corridor, the man's figure was already out of sight.


"Walter..." She called out his name, then leaned against the wall, letting the tears flow, "Walter... Walter..."


She murmured his name over and over, her voice choking up, her vision already a blur, hands clutching her chest, barely able to bear the heart-wrenching pain.


"Whimper..." She sobbed uncontrollably, her eyes sore and swollen, yet she forced herself not to collapse.


Until a dark shadow loomed over her, the familiar scent assailed her, that sense of oppression made her suddenly lift her head.


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