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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956: Love, Don't Force It! (18)_1

"When did you start drinking?!" Tara Summer's face turned stern.

She had been indeed too busy lately, neglecting not only Oskar but also Bastian entirely.

To think that he'd started drinking!

"Not for long..." Seeing the woman's darkened face, Bastian immediately confessed, but as he noticed Tara Summer's expression growing even grimmer, he cheekily said, "Tara, Tara... I swear, at most I only had half a glass, and it was red wine, really, you have to believe me!"

Tara Summer frowned deeply, ignoring him, she turned around and went back to her room, and said to Owl Eagle, "Owl Eagle, throw all the alcohol out of the room, and don't let him touch a drop!"

"Tara..." Bastian quickly rushed in, grabbing Tara Summer's arm and coquettishly pressed his face against her arm.

Though Bastian appeared to be a grown man, such a scene of him acting childishly was almost unbearable to watch!

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