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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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Her eyes were momentarily lost and dazed, unsure of where she was, and her vision was blurred by the glare of the lights.

As a result, Tara Summer was completely stupefied at the moment, like someone in a daze.

"What's going on!?" Snow Eagle narrowed his eyes and suddenly let go, turning back to glare angrily at the three men standing at the door.

The three men moved in unison, shaking their heads repeatedly, indicating they had no idea.

"Ah." As Snow Eagle released her, Tara's body fell backward, her head striking against the wall. The not-too-heavy impact still left her feeling dazed.

Tara's features scrunched up in pain, and when she tried to raise her hand, she found it difficult halfway through, her arm so stiff it hardly moved.

The dull pain at the back of her head finally brought her to a slowly clearing consciousness, her mind becoming more and more lucid.