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

Excitedly taking a few steps forward, her brows were tightly knotted, "Are you sure it's him!?"


"...Yes, it's definitely the marshal!" Frederick wiped the sweat off his forehead. The guard had informed him earlier that when the sports car entered the gate, the car window wasn't completely closed, and the soldiers at the door had clearly seen the marshal himself in the driver's seat.


Elijah Schmidt narrowed his eyes and turned his head to glance at Morgan Benson and Liam Yancey sitting on the couch, then began to pace back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.


"Emma must be with Walter," Tara Summer leaned toward Liam Yancey, whispering into his ear.


"Mhm." Liam Yancey thought so too. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, lowering his voice to remind her, "Given the current situation, things might come to a head later. If it starts going south, remember to take Emma and leave first!"


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