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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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470 Chs

|| Chapter 449 || Humble Home

Facing their deep stares, Moulin calmly tilted his head in confusion. Did he say something wrong? For a moment, he reflected on himself and recounted his words. His eyes widened slightly and he raises his hands to explain.

"Oh, forgive me. I do not mean to sound disrespectful. I-"

Noticing his embarrassment, Na'El sighed and approached the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder. He spoke gently, "Young master, this domain is designed to protect you. It was created with Corhan's last precious resources and is one of the most complex castings in the land. Although anyone in your position would share your feelings, consider this place your garden."

The youth's silver eyes follows Na'El's outstretched hand, presenting the dainty look of the area. 'My garden?'

Lady Celeste shared Moulin's look of confusion while Lady Calanthe only chuckled softly.