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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The man's eyes held a trace of disbelief; he probably hadn't expected this.

Even at such a point, this woman could still remain calm and composed.

Her demeanor was serene, without a hint of panic, her hoarse voice was stronger with every sentence she uttered. Despite sitting on the ground, she exuded a powerful aura, an imposing presence that seemed to crush others.

"Haven't eaten for so long, and still have the strength to talk!" Carter squinted his eyes, he let out a cold snort, turned around, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute..." Tara Summer was actually almost out of energy, but to seize the chance, she forced herself to stay upright, "Wait!"

Seeing he didn't intend to stop, and from who knows where she got the energy, Tara Summer let out a low roar, her already hoarse voice almost tearing apart, startling to everyone listening.

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