Liu San sneered and said, "Out-of-town guests probably don't have these troubles, right? Just now, one of my men ran into a clerk from the Jingshangxing Inn who told him that in the afternoon, the inn received a beautiful female guest who asked for an upper room alone. As soon as she settled in, she fell down and couldn't even get up when he opened the door to change the coal ash in her stove. I reckon she has fallen ill." It's said that illness strikes like a mountain collapsing; especially in weather like this, even strong men easily fall ill, let alone fragile women.
Yang Mo'er sneered and said, "Playing with someone who's ill, aren't you afraid of catching something from them?"
Liu San laughed lewdly, "When she moved in, her complexion was great. Even if she's sick, it's probably just a temporary cold. Just cover that little mouth, and it shouldn't be a problem."
