Xiao Cheng looked up, his expression a picture of innocence. "To apply your ointment," he said. "It's just my *knee* that's hurt!" Shen Lan bit out, her words sharp and deliberate. God, this man. Every flicker of gratitude she felt for him was instantly extinguished by his next words. Xiao Cheng held up a small tube of ointment between his long fingers. "Wang Ling told me women can be... uncomfort