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 she stood up, she changed the subject, "Shall we go buy some clothes later?"


They hadn't brought any luggage, and Walter had left wearing his military uniform, so they had just picked up a set of men's and women's shirts, pants, and pajamas from a shop along the way. They indeed needed to buy some more clothes.


"Okay." Walter stroked her glossy black hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear from her cheek, his handsome face tender to the extreme.


Emma got up with a smile. Instead of heading to the bathroom to freshen up, she walked over to the window and pushed it open.


They were staying in the town's largest hotel, which was characteristic of the Town of Maine and styled with local charm. It wasn't particularly luxurious, but every room was not only clean and tidy; the walls were also adorned with graffiti, giving off a childlike whimsy.


Their room was mainly decorated in off-white hues, everything from the furniture to the seemingly delicate curtains and bed sheets.


1393: Let's go... (4)_1