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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 · Fantasy
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Chapter 215

Although I was ecstatic, I answered my little friend with a nod to confirm that the drawing was now his.

His calling me simply Marianne felt slightly odd yet refreshing. Somehow... If I'm to describe it... it just gave me the ultimate sensation of us truly becoming friends after so many afternoons of strolls through this garden.

"~~! Marianne drew this secretly, right?? I always peek at your art but I hadn't seen this one~ Hihi!" — Dioclecià energetically said, while placing his hands on the place his figure was.

'Of course~ I'm stealthy as a ninja. Have you ever even heard our steps?? I can keep a drawing a secret with ease~'

As smug as I am, I proudly told him inwardly as I brought the gifted flower to my nose; relaxed since he was putting into practice the first name addressing.

The flower was one I had seen before yet never knew the name of.