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A Gorgeous White (BL)

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

Heather_ANARE · Fantasy
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470 Chs

|| Chapter 135 || A Lord Loyal To One Lord

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The sound of shuffling fabric was clear within the bedroom.

The translucent silk curtains fluttered at the speed of fixing.

Meanwhile, beyond the curtains, a man in white robes that hugged his fit body in the right places walked with elegant steps. He was sure the person expecting him was present. Lord Ordan sweep his gaze around the room with his hand behind his back and his scabbard, gilded with gold, gleamed under the warm light of the lanterns illuminating the room. 

"Ao!"

Ordan halted his steps the moment he heard a tiny bark. Though It sounded like it belonged to a kitten for its adorable softness. His gaze stopped at the table between two smooth couches. There was a small ball of snow-white fur with dazzling silver beady eyes. Furrowing his eyebrows, Ordan stared at the small beast on the table filled with plates of biscuits.

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Did it belong to Lord Hercullio?