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

Emma Benson's face was pressed against his chest as she laughed softly.


Though helpless, she still called out, "Husband, husband..."


She called out twice, thinking this should suffice, but the man was still unsatisfied. He lowered his head to coax her further, "Not enough, again..."


"You..." Emma raised her head, staring into the man's fiery eyes. Her watery gaze widened, "Don't be greedy, Mr. Schmidt!"


With that, she pushed hard against his shoulders.


"What? Mr. Schmidt!?" Walter Schmidt tightened his arms around her, leaning in to seek her lips. Emma dodged left and right, giggling, her hands pushing against his chest, refusing to let him succeed.


However, a woman's strength is ultimately limited. After a few minutes of struggle, she ran out of energy and could only watch as the man's lips descended upon hers, kissing the corner of her mouth.


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