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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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501 Chs
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#R18
#MAGIC
#OVERPOWERED
#TRANSMIGRATION
#APOCALYPSE

|| Chapter 328 || Passionate Silence

Wonder filled those bright silver eyes. Moulin's gaze followed the wooden staircase coiling upwards around a tall gigantic tree. From their short stroll around the place, Moulin realized that they were residing within a vast forest. The trees were tall but held a great distance away from each other. Smaller trees were transformed into small dwellings while the bigger ones wore big houses atop their branches. Several ladders and one staircase led to those houses. The climb to the rooms with the wooden staircases would be much easier to take.

Several eyes followed the group as they walked. The elven folk that they passed seemed to be quieter than the ones they first met. Small heads craned out from the terraces of the beautiful treehouses, curious about the group of foreigners beneath. a particular youth felt the weight of their gazes the most.