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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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Chapter 121

To make sure, I tested my leg's strength trying to let all of my weight fall on them, only to confirm how bad they were and depending on their extent... I would work the situation around.

'Sigh... I don't think I can even give as much as five steps like this...'

He'll really have to carry me there if this is the case...

Alright.

Rolling my head to meet his violet eyes, I stared for a while, waiting for the question that should come after this.

His relaxed expression slowly lifted its lips corners in anticipation and asked the question seemingly certain that the answer would be the one that wouldn't come.

"So? Which will it be, my Lady? The first or the latter?"

'Heheh, don't be arrogant hottie Prince. The fall will hurt more if you do.' — I warned him in my head as my right hand lifted from the arm of his I was holding onto and made the signal that would teach him my choice.

Unfolding only my index finger, my answer became obvious.