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 his words, Walter gathered her up tightly in his arms, his thin lips softly soothing her next to her ear.


"No, I won't leave you behind, never will, don't be scared... I'm always here..."


He kissed the strands of hair by her ear, his eyes tender as they embraced, standing at the corner of the staircase. Guests passing by on the stairs cast curious glances their way, struck by the man's outstanding appearance and his tender manner.


Walter cast a glance at those people and then took Emma back to their room, still holding her close.


"Where did you go?" Emma turned her head to look at him the moment they entered the room.


"I asked the owner to send dinner over..." The man helped her to sit on the couch, a deep smile in his eyes.


"Really?" Emma looked at him, skeptically. It seemed too simple. To have dinner sent over, all it took was a phone call to the front desk. Did he really need to go downstairs in person?


1401: Fifteen Days of Husband and Wife (2)_1