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

"Don't move!" the man's large hand suddenly clasped her waist.


With a sudden press, their bodies fit tightly together, leaving no gap.


Emma Benson's cheeks flushed red, feeling clearly the change in the man's body, she stopped moving abruptly and didn't dare to stir further, even holding her breath.


By her ear, the man's breathing grew heavier. He opened his eyes, and a fire flickered in their depths.


Emma lifted her gaze to meet the man's eyes, her cheeks burning. It was said that men are easily impulsive in the morning, and on top of that, he was worried about her fatigue from traveling; he hadn't touched her in three days!


She dared not move even more, her body tensing gradually, and then she whispered softly, "Shall we get up?"


"Kiss me first," the man said, his voice hoarse, clearly suppressing his emotions, and as he spoke, he lowered his head.


1392: Let's go... (3)_1