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

"Both of you... follow me to the study!" Elijah Schmidt suddenly spoke, not looking back as he walked forward.


After a few steps, he paused, his back turned as he coldly said, "Morgan Benson, you come too!"


Hearing this, Tara Summer frowned on the sofa. She turned to exchange a glance with Liam Yancey. The man patted her shoulder, reassuring her.


Tara turned back to see Walter Schmidt holding Emma Benson's hand, following Elijah Schmidt upstairs, with Morgan Benson trailing behind, his expression grave.


Ten minutes later, the four of them entered the study. This was Elijah Schmidt's private space, filled with military-related books on the bookshelves and the desk, as well as airplane and tank models, reflecting his military nature.


Elijah Schmidt sat in the swivel leather chair behind the desk, glaring at the intimate couple standing hand in hand before him, his face full of rage. "What's this? Walter Schmidt, aren't you going to explain!?"


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