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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
分數不夠
592 Chs

Chhapter 528

"Huh? Ah… yes, it is I…" — I replied, gently taking the tray she held as if her life depended on it as she stared with wide eyes at me.

"Ah…" — She said almost frail. Watching me as I turned to look at her after leaving it aside, smiling at her sorry that it happened this way. — "Oh… oh, my… my Lady… d-do tell me it is not a dream…"

"Haha… thankfully it is not, Paige."

"Ah, your voice, my lady… it is truly… sniff… I always wondered how gentle and elegant it would be and yet… hic!"

'… there it is…'

She was indeed a crybaby. I knew it so very well before and even more now. As a matter of fact, once my souls meshed, I learned how sensitive this girl had always been, for now in my memories lived those I made of her once she was placed to take care of me, when she used to tear up with so little as a glance I gave because it was a sign I was aware of her being.