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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1193: Calling me lovesick! (5)_1

Fiona Schmidt's cheeks were flushed with anger, her grip on his hair fierce.

She was ready for a big fight today, desperately tugging at his hair.

"Get off me, S-h-i-t! %￥#..." Bastian cursed under his breath, spewing every imaginable profanity, but the woman on his back only clung on tighter, causing his scalp to hurt fiercely. He started to shake himself from side to side, hoping to dislodge her.

"Miss..." Frederick watched the scene unfold, attempting to intervene each time but then retreating, as both parties had clearly lost their sanity and were moving violently, almost hitting the butler in the process.

In the hall, more and more servants gathered, murmuring among themselves about the "battle" between the man and the woman before them, unsure of what to do and looking on with worried and constrained expressions.

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Frederick hurried to the first-floor guest room to find Tara Summer.

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