"Alright, let's just leave it at that," Gu Yu suddenly released the hand pressing down on Tang Yuran's wrist and straightened up.
Tang Yuran blinked in confusion, looking at him somewhat uncertainly.
Gu Yu gave a slight smile and shook the cellphone in his hand at her before hitting the play button.
From the phone's microphone, their voices suddenly emerged.
"You don't really not want to do it with me, right?"
"Hmm."
With just these two simple sentences, Tang Yuran was still not able to grasp what had just happened.
"Didn't understand??" Gu Yu looked at the bewildered expression on Tang Yuran's face, curved his thin lips slightly, and then pressed the play button again.
"You don't really not want to do it with me, right?"
"Hmm."
"You don't really not want to do it with me, right?"
"Hmm."
The recent recording was played by Gu Yu another two times.