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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

353: Mild Concussion (6)

He saw Tara Summer lying on her side, her blanket half-draped over the edge of the bed, the back of the pink patient gown she wore flipped open, revealing a large area of her snow-white beautiful back.

Owl Eagle stood up abruptly, quickly walked over to pull up the blanket to cover her, then returned to sit on the sofa.

He stared for a moment and seeing her calm down, he closed his eyes.

However, less than half an hour later, the night-shift nurse entered the room to change the intravenous drip. As soon as she pushed the door open, Owl's eyes flew open almost instantly.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you." The young nurse, in her twenties, was pretty and adorable. Seeing him open his eyes, his handsome and rigid face full of masculinity, she couldn't help but blush slightly.

Owl tenderly nodded his head and reminded her softly, "Please be gentle, don't wake her!"