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

Holding her hand, he said, "Don't forget, you've had alcohol poisoning before. From now on, you're not allowed to drink alcohol again, okay?"


"Drinking a little is fine!" The last time was just too much. Drinking less won't hurt, especially red wine. In moderation, it's actually good for your health every day.


"Not even a little is allowed. In any case, you're forbidden from touching alcohol!" The man's tone was very firm, leaving no room for negotiation.


Emma listened to Walter's stern voice, pouted, and knowing he was worried about her, she didn't insist any further. She took a sip of the grape juice in the cup and grinned at him.


"Okay, I promise I won't touch alcohol again, is that okay, Mr. Schmidt?" she said, leaning closer to him.


"Hmm?" Walter took the opportunity to embrace her. With a slight exertion of his wrist, he pulled her up, causing her to tumble onto his lap. "What did you call me!?"


1402: Fifteen Days of Husband and Wife (3)_1