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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271: Should I be jealous next time? (3)

As soon as she entered the room, she sat on the sofa. Her mind was blank. Sitting there in a trance for a long time, she leaned back onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

Pablo Picasso's exquisite, luxuriant, and unmistakably indulgent painting adorned the ceiling.

"Hmm," Tara Summer unwittingly let out a laugh. She really forgot to ask Liam Yancey, how could he bear to use such paintings on the ceiling?

You should know, a masterpiece like this, no amount of money can buy!

"Heh…" She laughed again. Just as she was about to shut her eyes, the door clicked open.

Tara didn't look up. She already knew who it was.

"What's got you so cheerful?" Liam Yancey paced in, the steady sound of his footsteps halting in front of the sofa.

The man stood with one hand in his pocket. His superior posture, looking down at her lying on the sofa.

Tara looked at him. His deep black eyes caught her gaze like a whirlpool, making it impossible for her to look away.

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