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

Walter Schmidt ignored the surrounding glances. He didn't know which brands were good, so he simply picked out the most expensive ones from all the brands.


He took one of each variety, buying a whole large bag full, and after paying, he didn't linger a moment and immediately left the supermarket.


Worried that Emma was getting anxious, he walked quickly. Just after exiting the supermarket, a figure came charging straight at him. Walter's agile frame swiftly dodged; the person brushed against his shoulder and crashed into the supermarket's glass door.


There was a loud bang, and Walter frowned, turning his head to see that it was a petite Eastern woman.


The woman was dressed in all-black leather, with fiery red hair that was particularly striking in the sunlight. After hitting the glass door, she didn't stop to nurse her pain but instead glanced back at him.


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