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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 269 || Love Making (Part 2)

"I will bring you with me."

The golden rings of his eyes gleamed with a promise. 

Moulin was surprised by the unexpected decision. When he opened his mouth to 

Delicate fingertips dig into the hard muscle of both arms, clenching and spasming along with the rhythm of powerful thrusts. As Moulin's body rocked, he gasped and moaned. Hadrian's name, leaking out from his lips. Drunk by the pleasure his lover was offering him. 

"Hadrian..." Moulin whimpers as he's jerked upwards when Hadrian thrusts into him firmly. Hadrian's arm slipped between Moulin and the mattress, clinging around the youth's waist like a vice. His hand is reaching for Moulin's nape. Thumb, kneading the spot at the base of the young man's skull, drawing circles, and aiming to soothe. However, Moulin was beyond soothed.