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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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599 Chs

Chapter 191

The beating of his disrupted heart was lightly transmitted through her hand that had been led by him to rest on his chest.

A bewildered flutter of her lids was all it took for a secret answer to be told.

'If you are so fixated on doing it... Then don't say what you will do...!'

More blush invaded her as the thought crossed her mind. His restless fingers kept trying to get more grasp of her, pulling on her, ignorant of where to slide to make the best out of their closing distance.

"... Remember..." — The Crown Prince mumbled as he leaned. — "Do not forget that... This is not to be counted... This tangling won't count."

'... Really?... But...'

— If I'm not to forget it... What will I do with myself after this? —

Drowsy by the teasing pause, her soul asked itself.