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

As they were talking, the man had already pressed the alarm button on the headboard and embraced her into his arms.


Emma Benson was in too much pain to answer him, and after leaning against his chest, she began trembling even more violently, the man's breath recklessly playing with her nerves.


She longed for him, pining day and night, and now that he was before her eyes, she didn't dare to touch him!


Emma Benson closed her eyes and with trembling hands, she clutched at the collar of his military uniform, wishing time could stand still, to just lean against him for a while, just for a little while would be enough…


The on-duty nurses and doctors arrived quickly. Seeing Walter Schmidt, they were all shocked while also puzzled, speculating about the relationship between the marshal and Miss Benson.


Coming to visit in the middle of the night, and holding her with such urgency—could there be a third party between the marshal and the president's daughter!?


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