She checked around to make sure no one was watching, then turned and deftly lunged, grasping the railing to climb up to the second floor.
Stepping onto the terrace's decorative features, she nimbly ascended to the third-floor terrace.
Taking a light breath, she leaned her back against the wall beside the terrace and turned her face to look inside the building.
Through the window gauze, she could clearly see the scene inside the room.
Inside the room.
Phoebe and Fifteen were facing each other on the bed.
Phoebe sat at the side of the bed, and Fifteen was half-kneeling in front of her, his face inching closer to hers.
At this moment, Fifteen was still contemplating where to start kissing.
Not wanting to taste his saliva, she had no desire to kiss his lips.
She lifted her gaze and met his eyes, feeling stirred; she immediately pursed her lips and kissed his eyes.
On the terrace, the fox sneered silently.
