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 · Geral

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947: Love, Don't Force It! (9)_1

"Good night," he suddenly stood up, set down his cup, and turned to walk upstairs.

At the moment he turned, Emily Stone did not see the odd expression on the man's face, which seemed filled with annoyance.

Perhaps he was annoyed with himself for asking such a "boring" question!

"Good, good night," Emily Stone was a bit slow to react to the man's speed. How could it be that one second he was asking her a question and the next he suddenly left?

She stood in the hall, staring blankly as the man's broad back disappeared, before she finally collected herself with a hand covering her lips, smiling.

No matter what, at least now he wasn't ignoring her anymore, was he?

She really didn't have high hopes; being friends with him was enough, and she would always silently wish him well in her heart.

Wishing Owl Eagle, hoping he would forget the past and find a good woman to be happy with for life.

When that time came, she would also wish him well...

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