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

Regarding her marriage to Michael Greenwood, his heart was filled with mounting doubts every day, and now that it had come to this, he had to clear the air today!


"..." Emma Benson lowered her head, her body so rigid it seemed close to shattering, as she stared at the man's chilly, urgent handsome face, her eyes brimming red. She wanted to speak but found herself unable to utter a word.


Her heart fluttered and was touched at the same time; she understood his feelings—how could she not? Yet his confession, every word, was like needles piercing her heart, feeling as if her heart was already riddled with holes, aching to the point of suffocation.


"You... let me calm down for a moment..." After a long while, she managed to speak, her voice trembling uncontrollably.


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