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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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469 Chs

|| Chapter 411 || Flocked In A Cramped Room

Something strong pulled Moulin out. His felt his soul freeze as an invisible force wraps around him. A foreign energy. But it is gentle and forgiving, sparing Moulin the gigantic headache that would strike him once his ability retreats into his physical body. 

There are no echoing voices or the headaches he was prepared to face. Moulin wobbles back on his seat, breathing heavily, and looking around in confusion. What was that? How did he get out? 

When Moulin's vision finally cleared, his eyes swiftly fell on the child in bed. 

He froze. 

Erthyl was awake, staring at him with worried eyes as his little hand held Moulin's wrist, slowly removing the man's hand from his forehead. He was silent and uneasy, not fearful and distressed like how Moulin expected his reaction would be if Erthyl would know what Moulin had done to him. 

What...

"Erthyl, I..."