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

Seeing no response from her, she turned her head to look at the man, "Walter, quick, help!"


Walter furrowed his brows, silent for a moment, then still squatted down to help lift the woman in black with her.


The two of them propped the woman in black onto the back seat, the blood on her arm still flowing nonstop. Since there were no bandages, Emma could only take a shirt, tear it into strips, and then wrap them around the woman's arm, one after another.


Layer upon layer, at least a dozen, but the blood was gushing so fiercely that the white strips of shirt were quickly stained red.


"We need to find a drugstore quickly to buy some hemostatic medicine and antibiotics!" Emma sat in the back seat, signaling to Walter who was driving, "Drive a bit faster, I'm afraid she won't hold on!"


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