Just before bed, I suddenly got a friend request on my phone. As soon as I accepted, the person fired off a string of messages:
[Hi, you live in Unit 902, Building C, right?]
[I live downstairs. I added you because I wanted to ask: if you and your husband are really that pent-up and need to make a baby, could you please keep the noise down a little?]
[How many months has this been going on? I understand you young people have plenty of energy, but you can’t make a racket every night from midnight until six in the morning! It’s seriously affecting our sleep!]
I stared at the messages, dumbfounded. How was that possible? My sleep was so poor that I had to take sleeping pills every night just to fall asleep, and I slept right through until eight in the morning. When would I have time to get physical with Xie Yunian?
