Looking at the sexy, alluring little thing before him, Sun Zhe was momentarily speechless.
He knew full well that Meng Shiyang was intentionally flirting with him. There was absolutely no need for her to straddle his legs just to have him pop a pimple.
Ever since Meng Shiyang had been assigned as his assistant, Sun Zhe had been teased by this female apprentice every day at work. He had grown somewhat accustomed to it by now.
"Shiya, my phone is on the table. So, shouldn't you know what's poking you by now?"
Hearing this, Meng Shiyang's pretty face flushed red. The swaying of her hips on Sun Zhe's lap ceased, and she lowered her head, speaking shyly, "Oh, Master... don't be so blunt."
Sun Zhe sighed lightly. It was a mix of exasperation and amusement. This brazen female apprentice of his never focused on learning medicine; she only seemed to know how to flirt with her master. She was truly one of a kind.
"Alright, bring your face closer. I'll help you pop that pimple."
"Okay!"
