9.9 Billion Bride

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...

Mo Xiaotao · Integral

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"Still standing there?" The man finally spoke, his magnetic voice betraying no emotion.

Emily Stone slowly raised her head and, against the bright lights, she saw the man standing steadily ten meters away.

Dressed in military uniform, with black boots on his feet, one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes fixed on her, his face expressionless.

Still so cold and indifferent… Emily wrapped her arms around herself and slowly walked towards him, stopping two or three meters away.

Then, lifting her head to look at him, through the frames of her glasses, Emily could finally see him clearly and realized that the man's skin was darker than before, probably tanned from recent military exercises.

The bronze color of his skin only accentuated his masculinity, his physique even more rugged and robust.

Walter Schmidt watched her for a moment, silent, then raised his hand and began to unbutton.

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