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

Eric, sitting next to her, saw this and settled down to join her. In less than ten minutes, the two had finished a bottle of red wine.


"Miss, you can really hold your liquor," the man said, staring at her rosy cheeks, which seemed even more innocent and enticing under the light. He leaned in close, draping an arm over her shoulder and breathing into her ear, "… Tonight, we're not going home sober!"


Emma, seemingly immersed in her own thoughts, didn't speak or struggle, allowing the man to hold her as she reached for another bottle of red wine.


Seeing this, Eric was even more excited, accompanying her to continue drinking...


About fifteen minutes into their drinking, the crowd around them suddenly quieted down, and everyone's gaze turned to one place.


Eric turned his head and saw Marshal Schmidt carrying Minnie out of the private booth; the woman was quite drunk and clung to the man's neck, her red lips constantly moving closer to his chin.


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