[ Some of the tension drains from Wen Qing's shoulders, although not entirely. At least one of her fellow travelers understands the frustration, the annoyance with these amorous teenagers and their indiscretions. ]

These ones looked like they did not have a place they could be together in private. [ Forbidden love? Or not even love but a simple desire to seek out unknown pleasures. ] I will not tolerate it in our house. They can find somewhere else.

[ It's entirely likely they will see more of this, although she hopes not.

Wen Qing turns from the door toward the kitchen. ] I am making tea.