Jing Sitian had basically become the goddess of the nurse station. All the fair-skinned, long-legged pretty nurses crowded around her, begging her to teach them the latest tricks for seducing the Prince.
They all agreed that for Jing Sitian to win the Prince's favor, she must have insanely high-level Bewitching Technique. Otherwise, as the plainest little intern in the whole nurse station—no perky butt, no impressive chest—what part of her body was worth the Prince molesting?
"Jing Sitian, hurry up and tell us, how did you hook the Prince?"
"Yeah, yeah, pass on a few secret moves so we can copy-paste your method."
Jing Sitian looked at them, utterly speechless, shot them a glare, and instead lowered her head to organize her notes.
The little nurses were not happy about that.
"Jing Sitian, why are you so stingy? Share your tricks so we can go get some perks from the Prince too."
