At ten thirty that night, Bian Le had taken a shower and returned to her bedroom to rest.
Meanwhile, Zhao Tienan was hiding in a corner of the courtyard.
This wasn't difficult for him; after all, he had lived here for several years, even more familiar with the place than Bian Le.
For him to return was like strolling through his own backyard garden.
"Lights out, move!"
After lurking for so long, Zhao Tienan felt he was ready. Silently, he emerged from the corner, like a sleek wild cat, quietly hiding beneath the bedroom window.
At this moment, Bian Le was already asleep. Due to the abundance of mosquitoes in the countryside, she had lit a coil of mosquito incense before sleeping to keep them away, otherwise, she'd either be covered in bites or disturbed by their buzzing all night.
But it was this mosquito incense that gave Zhao Tienan a perfect opportunity.
