Flash Marriage to My Cold, Aloof Professor Bestie
Language: en
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..."