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

Seizing the moment while the man was not paying attention, she dashed into the shower and locked the door behind her.


Walter Schmidt stood outside, smiling with a hooked lip. He didn't leave but leaned his tall figure against the door, staring at the shower enclosure.


The shower was made of glass, with only a strip of frosted glass in the middle. Through the glass, one could clearly see everything inside.


Amidst the swirling steam, the woman's snow-white beautiful body was faintly visible, teasing the man's eyes.


Emma Benson only washed for five minutes before she noticed and couldn't help but blush, shouting at the man outside, "Walter Schmidt, if you keep looking, I will book another room tonight, and we'll sleep separately!"


"You wouldn't bear to do that," the man said with a hook-lipped smile, his handsome face still amiable and unperturbed.


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