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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 · 奇幻言情
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592 Chs

Chapter 182

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"Theressa, you should head back to your room."

"... Are you to remain with Marianne, Father?"

"Yes... We ought to see if... If she stays awake or..."

"I understand..." — Glancing at the resting woman further into the unique chambers, Theressa agreed.

Exhausted by the unprovided surprises her emotions went through, the young girl needed to retire to her quarters to replenish her vigour. Nevertheless, a hint of insecurity was sparked within her after all she had witnessed.

'... Go get some rest... D*mn dwarf...'

The woman noticed her sister's stare. Playful in her mean response, she smirked to herself lifting lightly her hand to wave Theressa a safe farewell.

'... Your make-up won't hold much longer, hehe...'

The youth watched the delicate limb's gesture faintly, and lowering her gaze, still conflicted, she parted.

"Be sure to rest too, Father... I am to come back early tomorrow morning."