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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 · แฟนตาซี
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459 Chs

|| Chapter 222 || I Will Wait For You

"Do you have to hurt others?" Was Moulin said first. His voice trembling.

He finally saw him. Met his eyes, heard his voice. Perhaps it would have been a beautiful reunion… if things weren't as they were. But as the man in front of him held his blade, blood dripping on the floor, a ruthless red Moulin felt lost.

Hearing his shaking voice, Hadrian slightly narrowed his eyes. "They want to take you away from me…"

"Just stop…"

Moulin covers his face his with a hand. He bent his head, expression unknown. "Fucking stop already…"

Hadrian's eyes deepened as he stared at Moulin. His expression neutral as if he couldn't understand what Moulin was trying to say. A moment later, he turned his expression to Alsander, who flinched when he met the lord's terrifying gaze. He froze on the spot. A bead of sweat slowly dripped down his forehead. With a wavering heart, he swallowed. But he did not retreat. He had come this far. He couldn't just give up now.