"They are saying that you'll get tired of rich food if you have it every day." Sister Lan whispered, "Please don't tell Young Master that I said so."
Sister Lan, are you saying that you've gotten tired of my brother? Nian Xi thought, If my brother knows, you'll die.
Half an hour later, Nian Xi looked upstairs again. "Why is my brother still not coming down? He didn't fall asleep, did he?"
"I'm not sure." Sister Lan shook her head. "But they should have heard the noise of your car when you arrived, whether they were asleep or not, unless they were doing something that needs their full attention."
"It's taking too long. I'll go up there and take a look." Nian Xi ran upstairs. She slowed down as she got closer to the door of their bedroom. Then, she walked to the door, put an ear to the door, and heard Luosang's quavering voice—"Oh… oh my husband… slow down…"
