The first time in history

Qian Mingduo saw a dozen cardboard boxes piled against one wall of the living room. Some were opened, and some were tied with ropes. It was obvious that they had not had time to clean up after moving in.

"Then let's do this." Qian Mingduo took out an enamel tray from the bathroom and carefully brought it to the girl. "Put your feet in the basin and I'll apply some ice to them."

"Um... no." The girl lowered her head shyly and said softly, "No, that would be too much trouble for you."

"It's okay, no trouble." Qian Mingduo looked at the girl gently and waved his hand gently, motioning her to put her feet in the basin.

The girl's face was as red as a ripe apple. She glanced at Qian Mingduo secretly, feeling very conflicted.

She really didn't want to ask Qian Mingduo to help her with cold compresses, but her ankle was so twisted that the pain was unbearable. The pain seemed to come in waves with the rhythm of her heartbeat, making it almost unbearable for her.

With Qian Mingduo's repeated insistence, the girl finally slowly put her feet into the enamel plate. She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look into Qian Mingduo's eyes, but a strange feeling surged in her heart.

Qian Mingduo picked up a few ice cubes and gently placed them on the girl's ankle. "Is it very cold?" Qian Mingduo asked quickly when he noticed that the girl's foot twitched.

"Yeah!" the girl replied softly, "It's a little cold."

The coolness brought by the ice gradually penetrated into her skin, relieving some of the pain. The girl looked at Qian Mingduo gratefully, with a warm feeling surging in her heart.

This seemingly simple action made her feel Qian Mingduo's attentiveness and care. At this moment, she suddenly found that she had a better impression of Qian Mingduo.

Qian Mingduo took out a few more ice cubes from the bowl and held them in his palm. He gently lifted the girl's heel, looked up and asked, "Does it hurt?" Seeing the girl biting her lower lip shyly and shaking her head, he rubbed the ice cubes in his hand gently on the girl's ankle.

The teenage girl's feet were like white lotus flowers blooming in spring, delicate and pure, without a single flaw. Her toes were neat and playful, round and cute like pearls, and her skin was as delicate as silk, as if a gentle pinch would create soft ripples...

Qian Mingduo's mind appeared in the royal carriage, Wang Zhaojun's beautiful and flawless feet...

"Are your hands cold?" the girl asked softly. "I'm so embarrassed!"

"Not bad." Qian Mingduo, who had been watching in a daze, was startled by the girl's question and quickly pretended to be calm and said, "It was a little cold at first, but it's much better now."

"I don't know how to thank you?" she said shyly.

"We are neighbors, and we live across from each other." Qian Ming said jokingly, "Don't we have a common saying that a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, and a close neighbor is not as good as the one living across from you?

"Yeah!" The girl nodded with a smile.

At this moment, the girl's door opened without warning, and a middle-aged woman walked in. She was stunned at first, and then she shouted, "Who are you? Why are you in my house? What are you doing here?"

The sudden situation made Qian Mingduo and the girl a little overwhelmed. They looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Qian Mingduo stood up quickly, and the ice in his hand slipped out of his hand because of his nervousness.

"I..." Qian Mingduo looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him with embarrassment, then turned around to look at the girl who also had a confused look on her face, and secretly complained in his heart.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become an uninvited guest who had intruded into someone else's territory. Faced with the middle-aged woman's rapid-fire questions, he was completely at a loss.

"Mom...what are you doing?" the girl said coquettishly, "He is applying ice to my feet!"

"What's wrong with your foot?" The middle-aged woman quickly put the bag in her hand down to her feet, walked quickly to the girl, and asked with concern: "Why is it swollen?"

"Oh! That's right." Qian Mingduo had recovered his composure. "This little girl accidentally fell down with her bike while going upstairs. I heard the noise in the corridor, so I came out to see what was happening. Then I helped the little girl back to your house."

"I saw that her ankle was badly swollen, so I asked Grandma Li downstairs for some ice cubes to give her a cold compress." He smiled unnaturally, "Just a few minutes after I put it on, you came in."

"Is that so!" The middle-aged woman looked at the girl's swollen ankle, raised her head and said to Qian Mingduo: "I'm so sorry! I was scared when I saw a stranger in the house, especially when I saw you touching Leilei's feet." She covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Auntie thought there was a hooligan in the house. Don't be angry, ah!"

"It's okay, Auntie." Qian Mingduo also said with a smile: "Anyone would be nervous if they saw a stranger in the house. It's okay!"

"Why are you so careless?" The aunt sat down next to the girl, took her hand, looked down at the girl's ankle carefully, and asked, "Can you stand? Didn't you fall somewhere else?"

"I can stand, of course." The girl saw her mother and curled up in her mother's arms like a wounded lamb. She said aggrievedly, "It hurts when I walk. It hurts a lot."

The mother squatted down again, observing her daughter's ankle more carefully, and pressed the swollen part a few times with her hand. "It should be fine, just a soft tissue strain. Let's take an X-ray later. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Hurry up and sit down, young man!" The mother stood up and called Qian Mingduo, saying, "Don't stand there, sit down. Are you from this building too?"

"Yes, Auntie." Qian Mingduo said, "Your family and I live next door to each other."

"Really?" Mom said in surprise, "I thought no one lived next door. We've been living here for several days and haven't seen anyone come in or out of your house, so I thought no one lived there!"

"My parents both work in other places. I live on campus and only come back to visit on weekends, so there is usually no one living here."

"Are you in college?" Mom asked. "Which school?"

"Yes, I am at Sun Yat-sen University and I am a senior this year."

"Oh?" Mom asked in surprise, "You are from Sun Yat-sen University? I have several classmates working in your school, but they are not teaching, they should be in the Academic Affairs Office, and one of them is an accountant in your school."

"What's your major?" the girl asked softly. "When I saw you coming down from upstairs just now, I felt vaguely that you had an artistic aura. I felt that you must be studying art."

"You were in so much pain at that time," Qian Mingduo asked the girl jokingly with a smile, "How could you still take time to appreciate my artistic atmosphere?"