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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 265

She was troubled enormously by his unshakeable grip.

That even when her slim and delicate fingers moved to slide away, Zeleskiaz's reluctance to heed attention to her attempt, caused Marianne to resist any further intention after a few tries.

Falling resigned. As she kept glancing at the composed man with shut lids that did not appear conscious of her wishes, for he had feigned slumber to make her give up the retrieval of her limb.

'How come he fell asleep so soon?!? Wasn't he supposed to entertain me??... Are our movements so unnoticeable???? I did my best trying... but he didn't– his hand didn't even move a millimetre...'

Unsettlement had subsided once she thought the man was not conscious. And so, as she figured no escape would come unless he woke, Marianne moved her hand again. This time wishing to grasp his palm better... To find the comfort her resistance had robbed their linked hands.