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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 58 || The Lord's Lover?!

A deep chuckle, laced with amusement entered Moulin's ears. It was deep and almost enticing.

"You seem quite attached to that little book in your hands" His eyes glanced at the clasped notebook in Moulin's hands.

Moulin's eye twitched. His grip tightened on the book behind him. Inwardly, he was growing hostile.

Hadrian deepened his smile, "Your vigilance makes me want to wrench the secret from your hands. What do you want to hide to put on such an expression?"

"It's none of the Lord's business. Each of us carries a secret in our hearts. What makes me no different?" Moulin took a step back. It took an effort to relax the crease of his brows and straighten his expression. Calmly, he bowed to the Lord respectfully. "I welcome my Guild Lord. What owes me the pleasure of seeing the Lord in my room?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he spoke.