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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

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Chapter 392

The lovely and unique touch did not end with that... Because he continued to speak stopping any intent I had of retrieving his hand.

"Concern... I wish for you to forbid it... For no harm will be allowed on you if I am here…" — He said, stroking my eyebrow trying to diminish our stiff frown that, with surprise, tensed slightly and yet loosened its conflict to his actions. Much more as the thumb came back to trace the length of our nose, even touching a bit of our lip before retrieving his hand from our dazed expression. — "... On the other side…-!… O-on the other side, it will be any who dares to harm you who ought to feel this frightened, my lady."

'… ah... R-right...' — Staring down at him who crouched to talk to me, thanks to the unpredictable touch he had given us, even my current gasps felt fine to deal with as I felt bashful.