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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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470 Chs

|| Chapter 141 || Escaping The Rain

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A sharp gasp. It was abrupt.

Messy silver hair coiled down his slender shoulder as a few droplets dripped down his forehead. His cheeks were moist and pale from the harsh temperature of the area. Slightly moist from the watery mist that brushed his face. A fragile chest rose and lowers, gradually growing steadier. Wrapped in a warm cloth, his delicate and slightly shivering hands were place on his stomach. Moulin's lips parted as he breathes. His silver eyes, wide and moist. Staring above him were massive leaves, used to make a cover from the rain. It was supported on the branches of a tree and tied with what Moulin had recognized was a fabric of an elegant-looking cave.