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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 · Fantasía
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470 Chs

|| Chapter 53 || Like A Servant To His Master

The lord looked imposing and dignified in Moulin's view from below. Like a mighty king looking down on his subjects as they knelt before his feet. The man's powerful figure was reflected in Moulin's silver eyes.

Moulin furrowed his brows in confusion as he looked around. Completely throwing away his attention to the man before him.

He was in some sort of room, a cramped room filled with tall wooden shelves willed with small figurines and a large old desk placed by the window. The chandelier above them gave a warm atmosphere and the scent of paper and books entered Moulin's nose.

H-how did he get here? Where was he? He was certain that he was resting under the willow tree earlier. He absolutely didn't dream it!