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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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466 Chs

|| Chapter 191 || Secrets Uncovered

They sat, they drink tea, and exchange words as time flew. 

Moulin felt extremely uncomfortable and uninterested and he did little to hide it from the two people in his company. While Callun did his best to look presentable and friendly in front of the heir of the Grand Fraunces household, he snuck occasional glances towards the silent young man. 

Moulin's lips twitched when he felt Callun's gaze upon him. He continued to sip his tea elegantly while ignoring everything around him. In his heart, he wondered why Maxille even bothered to bring him here. Moulin was never interested in the tiresome lives and circumstances of other nobles. Of course, he knew Maxille already knew that about him. 

Then why was he called here?

A crease appeared between Moulin's eyebrows. He placed his cup on the saucer with a clink and lifted his eyes to stare at Callun.