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's lost a lot of blood, her arm must have been shot!" Emma Benson also stared at the rearview mirror, where she could see the black-clothed woman swaying unsteadily, fresh blood flowing down her arm, which was already half soaked in red.


Walter Schmidt frowned and looked at Emma Benson, seeing the compassion on her face.


"Sit tight!" he gently patted the back of her hand, about to drive off, when Emma Benson suddenly cried out—


"Ah... wait! She seems to have fainted!"


Walter Schmidt glanced at the rearview mirror and indeed saw the black-clothed woman fall to the ground in the distance. She lay motionless, showing no sign of life.


"We should go have a look..." Emma Benson had already unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to open the door to get out.


"Emma!..." The man suddenly grabbed her wrist, his brows furrowed tightly, "Don't meddle in this affair, she's no ordinary person!"


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