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

She and Walter Schmidt went down to the restaurant to dine, and after lunch, Emma Benson stayed in her room.


It was not until evening that the woman in black awoke.


"Ugh..." she groaned softly and slowly opened her eyes, only to discover herself in a strange room. She suddenly sat up, her entire body exuding alertness—a professional hazard for a killer who must always be on guard for any danger.


"You're awake?" Emma Benson was sitting in a chair in front of the bed, holding a magazine. Seeing her awaken, she smiled and placed the book on the nightstand.


The woman in black was startled at first but relaxed somewhat as she recognized Emma's face.


"Was it... you who saved me?" She glanced down at the bandages on her upper left arm, then looked up at Emma.


Emma nodded, then stood and said, "Don't worry, the wound seems to be healing nicely. You don't have a fever, which suggests the wound isn't infected..."


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