Ambiguity, So Thrilling

Shen Nian's hands were clearly strong and sturdy, yet when he applied the ointment to her foot, they felt as soft as cotton.

Xia Yanchun's face flushed red with heat, and even her fallen hair couldn't hide it. After all, having a boy hold her foot to apply medicine like this—how could she not blush!

The foot is quite a sensitive area, after all!

Xia Yanchun wanted to cover her face but was afraid Shen Nian would laugh at her. So, she just hugged her pillow, burying her chin and small face in it, leaving only her two large, dark, gleaming eyes to watch as Shen Nian gently spread the ointment over her swollen foot.

Shen Nian lightly held her foot, applying the medicine all over—top, bottom, left, right—and even used his palm to gently knead and caress it.

Massage is actually good for a sprained ankle, and his "miraculous healing touch" could only take effect through contact. He just wanted Xia Yanchun to recover faster, that's all. What ill intentions could he possibly have?

He glanced up at Xia Yanchun, who was almost burying herself. Chunbao is so cute.

"You don't think I'm being a pervert, do you?"

"A... a little..."

Xia Yanchun blinked her eyes. The medicine was already evenly applied, but Shen Nian was still rubbing and kneading her foot. It made her blush with embarrassment, yet it also felt incredibly comfortable—not painful at all, just warm. She couldn't help but think Shen Nian must have practiced this; his touching technique felt rather indecent.

"Unbelievable, Xia Yanchun," Shen Nian said with a strained smile. "If I could be a pervert over your trotter, then I really need to see a doctor."

"I was just saying! After all, you've never been a normal person, okay?"

"Damn, even when explaining you have to insult me. That's so like you."

"Just telling the truth."

Shen Nian couldn't help but chuckle softly. You could only say Xia Yanchun was quite perceptive about people.

He stole a glance at Chunbao's other foot. Hehe, checking it out thoroughly.

Size thirty-six feet. Compared to his size forty-three, they were indeed a bit small. No dead skin either, toenails trimmed neatly, showing a faint warm hue under the white light.

His peeking was too obvious, making Xia Yanchun too embarrassed to leave both feet out. She had to pull her other foot back, toes curling together. From the past until now, Shen Nian had never touched her feet or anything like that. So perverted, so perverted.

Although there was the premise of treating a sprained ankle...

"It's done, right?" she grumbled.

"I'm giving you a massage. More rubbing might help it heal."

"I can massage it myself. Go wash your hands," Xia Yanchun threatened him. "Otherwise, this size thirty-six foot is going to kick you in the face."

"You mentioned the benefit. What's the downside?"

"...Uh, so gross."

"Alright, that should be enough." Shen Nian stood up and, out of habit, sniffed the medicinal scent on his palm.

Applying medicine and then smelling it—similar to taking off socks after playing basketball and giving them a sniff, or applying mosquito repellent and smelling it too. If you don't smell it, it's like you didn't apply it. It's a pretty common habit.

But when Xia Yanchun saw this action, she felt like the sky had fallen.

Shen Nian... has he... already become like this?

Touching someone's foot and then smelling it? And he says he doesn't follow those foot forums?

Chilling.

"So gross..."

"I was just smelling the medicine," Shen Nian said, his mouth twitching. "I might look at feet, but I don't have a fetish for smelling other people's feet. What are you thinking? That's perverted and filthy enough."

"Could it be that looking at feet is also pretty perverted?" Xia Yanchun hid her other foot under the blanket, not letting him see.

"How dare you!"

To slap such a label on us vast foot appreciators.

Shen Nian, the king descended from heaven, glared fiercely. "What did foot appreciators ever do to you?"

"Eek, hit a nerve, getting defensive!"

"Ha, Chun, you're really too mean."

Shen Nian wasn't a foot appreciator. He just happened to like a girl who had pretty feet. Also, to be honest, he was just simply horny.

Damn, at eighteen years old, not allowed to be horny? Should he really commit crimes over the letter S instead?

I see this S also has a slender figure and seductive curves. Sorry, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

He ran to the bathroom, washed his hands with shower gel—clean and smooth—and there was no need to stay at Xia Yanchun's place any longer.

After helping Xia Yanchun straighten her bedsheet, before leaving, Shen Nian sat down beside her again, leaned close, and took a deep breath of her scent. Within thirty seconds, he executed a quick combo: flicking her hair, snapping her ponytail, touching her shoulder, adjusting her strap, pinching two of her fingers. Only when Xia Yanchun reached out impatiently to grab him did he slip back to his room, satisfied.

Flirting, feels great!

Xia Yanchun hadn't showered yet, but in this state, she probably couldn't take one anyway.

She managed to wash her face, then sat back on the bed in a daze, smoothing her hair and lightly patting her cheeks. The steaming heat slowly subsided.

Shen Nian must have seen her shyness and was surely snickering about it.

Annoying. Should have stopped him before his little combo move.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the small album on the desk. Her gaze flickered, and she picked it up, flipping through it from beginning to end, specifically looking for the few photos where little Shen Nian appeared.

Aside from the elementary school graduation photo, the small album contained quite a few daily life pictures. Her mom used to love pointing that travel-essential small camera at her, only selecting the satisfactory ones to put into this small photo album, as a record of life.

Some photos were fine, the lamination intact, but the edges and corners had yellowed stains. Flipping further, throughout the entire three years of middle school, there were no more than five photos taken.

If you studied seriously, middle school was also very busy. Coupled with Wen Zhining's hospital work, the time available for taking photos became very, very scarce.

Little Shen Nian first appeared in third grade. Little Shen Nian was smeared all over with cow dung. At the time, she was also splattered with cow dung. Perhaps her mom was biased—she quickly snapped a photo of Shen Nian and then took her to bathe.

She would never tell anyone that it was actually her who set off the firecracker. She even pinned the blame on Shen Nian, saying he was the one who caused the explosion. That night, Shen Nian got a scolding from his aunt.

No wonder Shen Nian always brings up the cow dung explosion incident. He probably hated her guts back then, and now he's just getting his revenge!

Xia Yanchun pressed her lips together, then let out a soft "hehe." If Shi Yan hadn't come by, who knows how long this small photo album would have been buried at the bottom of her drawer.

Little Shen Nian was very cute.

But that was limited to little Shen Nian.

During middle school, when they argued, Shen Nian would grab her wrist and say vicious things that made her face turn pale—things that would get you three to ten years if caught. When she was scared, Shen Nian would intensify his threats. But when she said, "You dare to try!" Shen Nian would instead wave his hand and say she wasn't worth his time.

Middle-school Shen Nian was very, very bad.

Big Shen Nian... she dared not comment. How does this person change every so often?

A girl changes greatly by eighteen, but Shen Nian must have seventy-two transformations.

Xia Yanchun felt she hadn't changed much herself. She bullied Shen Nian as a child, and still wants to bully Shen Nian now. She just can't beat him anymore, so she can't bully him.

Casually putting the small photo album back, Xia Yanchun asked for leave from Su Kexi. Hearing that a sprained ankle takes several days to heal, she didn't know how much study time she'd lose.

Midnight, lights out.

Considering Shen Nian's good behavior today, Xia Yanchun picked up her phone again and tapped out a message for him.

[Xia Yanchun]: I'm going to sleep.

[Shen Nian] replied instantly: Thought it was going to be a leg pic.

[Shen Nian]: (Picture) How did you know I was reviewing chemistry?

[Xia Yanchun]: Who asked you? Get lost! Good night!

...

She had heard that foot pain could keep you from sleeping, but the anticipated ache never came. Instead, Shen Nian wandered into her dreams.

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(Can't make the deadline. The remaining part will be updated early tomorrow morning. You can all check back in the morning.)

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