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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 214 || I Will Wait

  Knock!

"Young Master?"

The head maid gentle called behind the doors of the room. She was already given the role to be the honored guest's attendant and had come early to deliver the meal, worried of the young master's growing hunger. Two days have passed ever since he started to become more and more silent. She thought it might be because something happened inside the treasury halls the young master had visited daily. 

Every day, he would enter with hopeful eyes and then return with a solemn and anxious expression. The head maid had also noticed that the Lord had not visited the young master during those days. Somehow he felt pity for the youth.