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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1314 Chs

657: Curse of the Family Marriage (38)

As she looked up, she saw his face right before her eyes and unwittingly broke into a smile.

Their distance was so close, their noses almost touching. Tara Summer carefully examined every detail of the man's face.

His skin was delicate, with absolutely no pores, his eye sockets were deep, his nostrils tall, and his lips thin and handsome. The man's features were so perfect that they aroused envy in anyone who saw him.

Even as a woman, Tara couldn't help but be jealous.

She raised her hand, afraid to wake him, and gently touched his face. Her nose lightly brushed his, and a hint of a smile appeared on her slightly flushed lips.

"Liam Yancey..." She called out softly in a husky voice. Seeing that he didn't stir, she moved even closer to him until she was leaning completely against him, "Yancey, Liam Yancey...Liam Yancey..."

She repeatedly murmured his name as if she had become addicted to it. One of her hands toyed with his jet-black hair, twirling it around her little finger.

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