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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?*

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|| Chapter 258 || Were You Impressed?

"I'm not interested..." 

Moulin's eyes narrowed. His tone was harsh and filled with ice. As he turned his head, the conversation ended before it has even started. 

Not expecting the abrupt refusal of the person in his eyes, Verun face was as blank and as pale as a sheet of paper. Marlov could only clear his throat as he suppressed the urge to comfort his foolish son. Well, his son doesn't stand a chance against the High Lord no matter how competitive Verun is anyway. Even if he tried, he would only walk down a painful road. With a sigh, he raised an eyebrow at his disappointed son, who finally snapped out from his daze. 

The two warriors smiled awkwardly as they shifted their attention elsewhere. Honestly, did they even have to witness the heir's shamefulness? They could only lament in their hearts.

Ignoring their expressions, Moulin turned to the male Veresyah warrior and said expressionlessly. "Care for a spar?"