C339 Dry Dews Covered Frost

In the dead of night, under a moonless sky with the wind howling, Lin Feng scaled the building like a gecko, ascending from the third-floor balcony to the one on the second floor.

No sooner had his feet touched down than a whisper, barely audible, reached his ears.

Hmm?

Qin Shuang's still awake?

Who's she chatting with at this hour?

Stealthily