Chen Yang made up his mind, his eyes firmly fixed on every movement in the bushes.
For about ten minutes, there was no activity from the bushes across from him.
It wasn't until Wang Qingyue finished washing, stepped out of the pool, and began putting on her clothes that the bushes across began to stir ever so slightly.
The noise was still as faint as before, so quiet that without Chen Yang's extraordinary sensory abilities, he wouldn't have noticed it.
"This little guy, trying to sneak off again?"
Chen Yang concentrated, sensing that the mysterious creature in the bushes appeared to be slowly retreating, seemingly preparing to leave the thicket altogether.
He glanced at Wang Qingyue, who was putting on her clothes, and then back at the bushes. Finally, unable to suppress himself any longer, he gritted his teeth and rolled the dice.
Suddenly, he rose abruptly from the thicket.
"Who's there!"
