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My Dear Professor Kwong (LingOrm)
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Ongoing, First published Oct 15, 2025
Lingling Sirilak Kwong, 30, is a new professor back in Bangkok. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, 23, is a fresh-faced teacher at the same university-the cheeky 14-year-old summer neighbor who once had a crush on Lingling. 

Now grown, mischievous, and utterly irresistible, Orm sparks something Lingling can't resist. As they work closely together, undeniable chemistry ignites, threatening to scorch every professional boundary...


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A.N.:

Alright, let's get this straight-I've been a die-hard JenLisa shipper for seven years. SEVEN. And then... bam. LingOrm/OrmLing happened. Their chemistry slapped me upside the head, and suddenly I had zero control. So here we are. You're welcome.

Also, yes, this is my very first time writing lead characters who are professors. Feeling fancy, feeling dangerous, probably over my head-all of it.

Buckle up and enjoy the chaos.

~M
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DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners. Introduction Hi.. I am a new writer here.. Please support my story.. I will try to update every week.. :) Prologue In a world divided by wealth and status, Ling Ling Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat were never meant to stand on equal ground. Ling, the privileged heiress of the powerful Kwong family, was raised in luxury, accustomed to getting whatever she desired. Orm, the daughter of a loyal servant, lived in the shadows of Ling's world, bound by duty and quiet submission. Despite sharing the same house and attending the same elite school, they were nothing alike. Ling saw Orm as nothing more than an unwelcome presence, a constant reminder of the divide between them. Orm, on the other hand, had long learned to endure Ling's scorn, swallowing her emotions and accepting her place as the silent observer in Ling's perfect life. But when a fateful decision binds them together in an unbreakable contract-an arranged marriage neither of them wants-resentment and buried emotions begin to surface.