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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 515

"…!"

I managed to graze my nose against his and lightly land a kiss on his thin lips… smiling at him, shy to know how much I loved this sight and feeling. Hopping to tell that truth I held inside even though this escape was brief…

"This place… charmed my spirit fully, my prince…"

"That… pleases myself… at another time, we may come back my lady."

"Yes… We can go back for now as you said… but once back at the dining hall we should leave for my chambers, yes?" — Swallowing any speck of shyness I believed I once owned, I told his dazzling eyes without a care for the world. — "I wish to be with you longer… at ease where we usually can converse without concerns..."

The gaze I met was as usual a tender and deep one…. a gaze that only could see myself reflected in them… which as I held onto him commenced to waver, holding myself this time in a struggle to separate.