Orm Kornnaphat was trapped in an arranged marriage set up by her parents. Her father's company was in trouble, and the only one who came to the rescue was his old college friend - but on one condition: that Orm marry his only daughter. Her soon-to-be wife's name was Lingling Kwong, undeniably handsome - gorgeous. But... what made Orm even sadder was the fact that Lingling had Asperger's syndrome. Forced to break up with her girlfriend, barely graduated from college and already pushed into marriage - with a 'special' wife. Orm felt like rebelling, but she loved her parents too much. So she accepted it, even if she had to go through it all in tears.

Orm's life is an endless string of disasters: tangled leashes, farting pugs, and one raging Chihuahua that latched onto her crotch like it found heaven. Now she's stuck dragging her shame (and bruised thighs) back to the one person who might save her: Lingling-the grumpiest, hottest, dangerously unamused vet in town. Lingling just wanted peace. Not blonde disasters in strawberry panties. Not "ointment emergencies" that require pants down in the exam room. Not filthy daydreams about her new favorite problem. But the more Orm trips, falls, and flashes... The more Lingling wants to pin her to the vet table and make her beg. Professional boundaries? Gone. Sanity? Gone. Control? Barely hanging on. This isn't a love story. It's a slow-motion, full-throttle, filthy lesbian train wreck. And they're both loving every second. Author's Note : This is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended. This story is purely fictional from my own imagination. Any similarities between other stories are purely coincidental. Thank you 👍👍👍

Ling Kwong lives in a quiet house that hums with the sound of rain and the faint, haunting melodies of her own mind. At thirty, she is both woman and child - a rare condition she's lived with since she was fourteen, when her parents discovered that her sense of self sometimes drifts into a childlike state. Protected all her life, she has never known the world beyond her home's iron gates. Until Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong arrives. Orm is a pianist - patient, warm, and quietly lonely. She is hired by the Kwongs to teach Ling piano, but she soon realizes that her student is unlike anyone she has ever met. Ling's laughter carries innocence, her gaze burns with a woman's longing, and her hands tremble between playfulness and passion when they touch the piano keys - and sometimes, Orm's own. As the lessons continue, the house fills with unspoken tension: the way Orm's voice softens when she guides Ling's hands, the way Ling's eyes follow her like a secret prayer. But when Orm learns the truth about Ling's condition, fear wraps around her heart. Can she love someone whose mind sometimes drifts away from her - someone who is both a child in spirit and a woman in soul? Ling, however, is certain. In her lucid moments, she knows what she feels - and she's willing to fight for it. Even when her parents disapprove. Even when Orm pulls away. Even when her own mind betrays her.

A pop star adrift in silence finds herself undone by a book that bleeds with longing. Drawn to the elusive author behind it, she reaches out and what begins as quiet collaboration deepens into something intimate, slow-burning, and impossibly tender.