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

At least he could have her, keep her by his side…


As the man and woman passionately kissed on the street, they caused quite a stir. The women around were practically going insane with envy and jealousy, yet there was nothing they could do about it.


It was only after ten minutes that Walter Schmidt ended the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the rosy-cheeked woman in his arms and continued walking forward.


About twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at the bottom of the mountain. Following the wide mountain path would lead them to the ruins of the ancient castle.


Sticking to environmental conservation principles, the destination didn't have a cable car system; visitors had to hike up the mountain.


Emma Benson was ecstatic; it was her first time hiking in her life. She was extremely excited all the way up the mountain, occasionally jumping along, her mood visibly elevated.


1398: Let's go... (9)_1