Flash Marriage to My Cold, Aloof Professor Bestie
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After a flash marriage to my cold, abstinent childhood-friend-turned-professor...
He spent every single day at the lab and never came home.
During the end-of-semester faculty evaluations, I took the opportunity for some petty revenge using a burner account:
[Don't let his sharp nose and good looks fool you, he's actually terrible in bed.]
[Honestly, he's worse than the guy selling fried chicken downstairs.]
As a result, my cover was blown.
That very night, he pinned me against the bathroom wall by my waist: "I'm terrible in bed, am I?"
"Hubby, I was wrong..."
