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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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592 Chs

Chapter 339

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'... Yeah… I know...'

Staring at a dead spot, I had nothing else to do but agree with the judgemental resignment coming from the deepest of Marianne. After all, I knew this could happen. Only that I'm carefree enough to forget it was a feasible possibility.

'We're lost, huh.'

It's funny, though. I don't even know how I ended up here in a street so full of people I feel agoraphobic staring at that fairground stall… hungry and without money to buy those delicious glazed chicken sticks I… (although I'm embarrassed to admit… ) I followed its scent to end in this situation.

'Who would have thought? Hunger can also be my enemy… I had gotten lost like this before, you know? But I had a quite nice thingy with me: a smartphone. As you, sweetheart, can tell from its name… it was smarter than this old sister of yours… truly a good thing to have, I tell ya.'