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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 267 || I Will Never...

Delicate fingers caressed the surface of the teacup the youthful man was holding. The honey-colored tea reflected his serene expression. Silver eyes looked away from the liquid.

"Are you alright, Young Master?" Pola's voice was brimming with concern. She knew right away that there was something wrong. 

However, Moulin only lifted his head and relaxed his posture on the couch he was sitting. He sighed with a faint smile. "I am well, Pola."

Unfortunately, Pola didn't accept his reason and continued to ask. A few guesses popped inside his mind, and she spoke. "Is it about the Lord's health?" 

The Lord she meant was none other than Moulin's father. She added, hopefully wishing to comfort the young man with silver eyes. "Don't worry, young master. The Lord will definitely get better soon. Believe it."

Moulin chuckled and only nodded. "Yes, thank you, Pola. That means a lot."