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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944: Love, Don't Force It! (6)_1

Emily Stone, upon hearing this, was also nervously watching the man, her face gradually losing its color.

Owl Eagle didn't make a sound; he washed his hands slowly and meticulously, dried them with a paper towel, and only then did he look through the mirror at the two women behind him.

"It's nothing, a chronic condition from irregular routines back when I was in the army, chronic gastritis." Owl Eagle's complexion had already returned to normal. This stomach problem of his hadn't flared up for a long time, probably because he had just had a couple of drinks…

Tara Summer pursed her lips, saying nothing, but it was Emily Stone who saw his nonchalant attitude and her face instantly darkened.

"You drink with a stomach condition!?" She growled softly, and the words, as soon as they left her mouth, startled not only Tara Summer and Owl Eagle but herself as well.

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