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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456: I'm sorry, I love you (29)

Freya Locke sighed, a self-deprecating smile at the corner of her mouth. Who would have thought that the first time she would come into contact with his body would be under such circumstances.

They were almost half-naked. She was straddling his waist, for the first time, she could embrace him with ease, touch him, even kiss his neck.

Only then he did not reject her, because he wanted to let the woman outside the door believe that he had betrayed her!

Freya yearned to kiss his lips, but she ultimately didn't dare to do so. His handsome and cold face was frightening, especially his red, bloodshot eyes, which seemed murderous.

When Tara Summer pushed the door open, Freya played along perfectly. Whether it was her voice or her expression, it was so realistic that it was compelling to believe.

She couldn't help but take a glance. The woman called Tara Summer stood by the door, her face full of shock. She wasn't astoundingly beautiful, her delicate face pale and bloodless.

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