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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 · Fantasie
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466 Chs

|| Chapter 160 || Long Time No See!

There were thunders in his chest where his heart was hidden. A force binding his bones making him motionless. The breaths came out in whispers from his mouth. He was strangling himself as he stared at the creature who, in his eyes was standing with a dark threatening gaze. 

How did he find me? Why was he here? Is he alone? 

A trillion thoughts came to shake Moulin but he was only standing in his place. The wind swirling in a dance around him and the sunlight breaking through the clouds, peeking at the scene. Although there was light, he felt like the atmosphere was as cold as the frigid winters in the northern mountain, however, he could not feel even an ounce of ease.