Falling for My Professor (LingOrm)

Falling for My Professor (LingOrm)

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Orm has always loved teasing Professor Lingling, making every encounter a mix of banter and playful remarks, but behind her smirk lies something deeper she refuses to admit. As they spend more time together, those little jokes slowly turn into moments of real connection, and Lingling begins to wonder if there's more to Orm than just mischief. Orm feelings she never expected start to grow, blurring the line between teacher and student but what if those playful teases were actually confessions in disguise?
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What happens when your terror professor is actually your... fiancé? Orm Kornnaphat Sethranapong, young, brilliant, and the most promising professor at one of the country's most prestigious universities. She's feared for her perfectionist standards, admired for her intelligence, and pursued by many of the brightest minds her age. She's untouchable. Unshakable. Unreachable. Or so everyone thinks. Because behind her strict façade lies a secret: She's bound by an arrangement no one must ever know-an arranged marriage to one of her own students. Lingling Kwong, a third-year college student, is the school's beloved gem-elegant, kind, and gifted with a voice that could melt anyone's heart. She's the complete opposite of Orm's cold and exacting nature. They're not supposed to look at each other a second too long. Not supposed to touch. Not supposed to want. But how long can they keep pretending when every lecture, every glance, every accidental brush of their hands feel like crossing the line? In a world where rules and reputations mean everything, how do you hide a bond that was never supposed to exist? And what happens when the line between duty and desire begins to blur-inside the classroom and beyond?

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