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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 · ファンタジー
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469 Chs

|| Chapter 129 || Containment (Part 2)

A red streak had painted the side of the man's temple.

The tips of golden strands were dyed red as they caressed the stained skin. Moulin's eyes widened and he stepped closer to the lord while under the curious stares of the other two people in the tent. His slender fingers reached out. Delicate fingernails were painted red...

"You are hurt" Moulin softly whispered to Hadrian. 

"Are you worried?" The hint of amusement of Hadrian's voice seemed to prick at Moulin's patience.

Was it something to be amused about?! The youth internally rolled his eyes as he released a sigh. "I don't like you being hurt..." He openly expressed.

"As do I to you..." Hadrian grabbed Moulin's raised hand, keeping it in his grasp. Without turning to the other occupants of the area, he spoke in a low voice as he brought Moulin's palm to his cheek. "This fortress is a trap. It seems the hostages were a lure to pull us within the boundaries of the island's barrier."