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

"It's nothing…" Emma Benson had recovered her composure, and she waved her hand to signal him, "Quickly get someone to clean this up!"


"Yes…" The waiter walked to one side and took out his walkie-talkie to call the cleaning staff over.


Emma Benson went into the bathroom to change her clothes, sitting in the genuine leather lounge chair in the changing room until noon before she came out.


The cleaning crew was efficient, and the room was tidied up, looking the same as before without any difference.


Emma Benson tried to steady her emotions and reminded herself that if she really wanted to be a woman who lurked in the shadows, she must get used to all this.


With this thought, she let go of some of her unease and picked up her purse, ready to go out for dinner.


But just as she opened the door, a tall figure flashed before her eyes, already standing in front of her.


"Walter!?" Emma Benson looked closely, quite surprised.


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