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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 · Fantasy
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459 Chs

|| Chapter 140 || Boiling Pain Within The Cool Night

"You're angry..."

His voice, a soft whisper. Carried by the nightly wind. The cool ocean breeze, sweeping his hair. Letting it dance under the gentle moonlight. 

The man who stared at him slightly narrowed his eyes. "My anger has passed... " He didn't deny it. 

With furrowed brows, the youth released a chuckle. His lips parted like the petals of a blooming rose. "I do not regret being with you. I could not leave you. Although, it now sounds foolish after our previous conversation. I am not regretful. You can be angry at me... I can understand."

His lids lowered. Silver pupils gleamed as it quietly peeked at the expression of the man beside him. Calm golden eyes, filled with gentleness, met Moulin's gaze. The youth held his gaze, almost unwilling to look away. He was unaware of how similar their thoughts were. So similar.