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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 233

He quickly pulled me out of there after saying such conflicting things.

I was so overwhelmed, I couldn't even recognise where I was standing for a few long seconds of confusion.

'Y–You say that so easily!? How am I–?... Where are we?? Was this place so illuminated when we made our way here?? Nngh~! Please don't grip my hand so tenderly!!!... ~~'

Every little thing had me lost as it all happened quickly in my bewildered state.

Not every day you hear such... Movie award-deserving lines... Much less when you are someone of my times, where expressing things this way was seen as corny... Even cringe-worthy for some...

'... I would have cringed if I heard someone be told this stuff...' — Following a step behind him, I thought as I glanced at him confidently guiding me by the hand.

'But being who is told that...'

It's bothering me in a whole different way that I had just..... never expected.

"....."