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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1285 Chs

1181: Lifelong devotion (23)_1

The man was silent for a long time before finally turning around, his black eyes, bloodshot, staring intently at Emily Stone.

His gaze was tender though, "I will take care of her, a year, ten years, or even a lifetime, I will look after her well."

Such an Emily was always better than her never waking up, after all, she still had her eyes open and occasionally she would look straight at him.

For him, it was the best possible outcome, at least, she was alive, and alive well…

"Emily…" Hearing his words, Tara Summer's eyes stung with a sour pain. She clutched Emily's hand tightly, and although Emily looked back at her, her gaze was like dead water, devoid of luster and spirit.

Tara fell silent for a moment, then released her hand. She got up, walked behind the man, and gazed at his broad back, "Walter, Emily was fortunate to have met you."

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