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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 361 || I Can't See!

The kiss was soft against his lips but not too gentle. Amidst the sound of shuffling fabric, a hot tongue delved into the wet cavern of which was Moulin's moist mouth. Their lips moved as though in sync, lost in an addicting dance. A faint moan slipped past his lips, kissing the mouth that pushed harder against him.

A string of silver stretched between them as they finally parted away a few inches. Although haziness clouded his alluring eyes, Moulin's mind was clear... and he realized he was sitting on the bed, leaning back slightly. The towering build of the warrior before him shrouds him in the intimidating shadow of his form. It made Moulin feel vulnerable and exposed. Although it was arousing, such feelings roused his stubbornness. It was... exciting even.