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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 85

I felt how our heart tightened.

I knew it was because Anne was stunned by my words. After all, little by little I felt a shy joy spread its warmth strongly in my cheeks.

As if they were burning, my cheeks felt hotter than ever. I never thought she would react so cutely to my words and, so strongly, that our flushed cheeks stayed that way for a long time after.

I'm sure I've made it clear that I like her... But..... Have I not told her how much I do?...

I guess I haven't.

Well, it's never too late. I love my cute baby panda, so I've got to put my all into this drawing for her to be able to even feel it when she sees it!

Excited to show Marianne my honest feelings, I took the quill in my hand and dipped it into the ink, enough to not over soak it.

It was right at that moment that I realised I had forgotten to bring an important tool with me.