I Won’t Marry You If You Refuse To Let Me Graduate
Language: en
After getting ripped to shreds by my advisor during our lab meeting, I sent my online boyfriend a thigh pic to cope. [Do it for Mistress right now!] I looked up. My usually cold, stoic, and sharp-tongued advisor suddenly cleared his throat, his throat tight and the tips of his ears turning bright red. Intrigued, I peeked at his phone screen. Right there, clear as day, was the exact message I had just sent. Oh my god. I froze, utterly dumbfounded. But my stupid, disobedient fingers had already dialed his number for a video call...