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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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469 Chs

|| Chapter 345 || You Must Understand

"M-My Lord."

A trembling voice spoke out, echoing towards Moulin's ears. The room was too cold. If it were another person, their toes would be frozen stiff, their bones creaking and their bodies frightfully shivering from the cold. Thus, Moulin was alarmed when he heard the young voice. His eyes turned towards the doorway and sighted one of his elven attendants who was in charge of delivering his meals every day.

Moulin was aghast. The poor boy was frozen stiff. The frozen floor swallowed his feet and Moulin was certain the flesh of the boy's bare hands were stuck holding the metal tray. A pitiful breath escape the youth's lips and Moulin was doused with infinite guilt.