The farmhouse was renovated from mud walls, covered with a layer of cement outside, topped with glazed tiles, but the interior structure was mostly bamboo and wood. The walls were okay, but the doors weren't very soundproof.
From the room where the couple was staying came some not-so-harmonious sounds. Gu Yuan paused on the stairs, thinking she had misheard. She focused and listened carefully, and then she heard even clearer breathing.
Gu Yuan: "..."
Most likely they thought this place was a hotel.
But it was a matter of their affection, and Gu Yuan definitely wouldn't interrupt. She quietly lightened her steps, ready to quietly return to her own room.
She was light-footed, but the sounds coming from that room became increasingly clear. They were probably caught up in the moment, unable to control the volume...
Gu Yuan felt awkward, slowly walking past.
Downstairs.
