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...

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942: Love, Don't Force It! (4)_1

"Thank you, cheers!" Her voice trembled slightly as she raised her glass and drained it in one gulp, her cheeks burning hot.

Fortunately, the dim lighting in the bar made the embarrassment more bearable.

Owl Eagle sipped his cocktail, silent, his dark eyes fixed on the distance. He had seen Tara Summer's actions but pretended not to notice, to avoid making everyone uncomfortable.

The atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became a bit weird. Tara Summer knew she probably shouldn't have said what she did earlier, so she attempted to change the subject, "Emily, why don't we go dance?"

Glancing at the frenzied figures on the dance floor, Tara Summer suddenly felt like dancing.

"Let's go." Emily Stone was wondering how to leave, and Tara Summer's suggestion was just what she needed.

The two women promptly stood up, and Tara Summer asked Owl Eagle if he was coming along. He shook his head, and with that, the two women walked onto the dance floor...

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