What did he mean, *he thought*? And what exactly did he think? Zhong Xiran clutched her head, not daring to let her mind wander any further. Qi Sinian stood before a bewildering array of sanitary products on the convenience store shelf, studying them intently. He heard Zhong Xiran’s rushed “Yes, the overnight kind,” before she hung up. A faint smile touched his lips. He picked up a package marked