Secrets Of Underworld | LingOrm GxG
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"Orm," Ling Ling's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Yes, Miss Kwong?"
"Stay close today. I may need you for... other things."
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Lingling Kwong is an infamous heart surgeon - dominant, flirtatious, and used to getting exactly what she wants. But the new dermatologist at the hospital, Orm Sethratanapong, doesn't fall for her charm, apparently. Disclaimer: This is nothing serious-just a story I started plotting during one of my many visits to the ER. I write it during my train rides to work, mostly to pass time and pretend I'm being productive (when I am not asleep, of course). Please adjust expectations accordingly 🫡🚆💉
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