Sand in an elevator? Who would believe such a reason, only a ghost, perhaps?
Tang Yuran stared at him for a long while, then took a deep breath and smiled faintly at him, "Now, please let go."
"Huh?" Gu Yu looked up, his face full of confusion.
"Release the hand that's grabbing the hem of my clothes!" Tang Yuran said to him in an even tone.
"Oh..." Gu Yu hesitated for a moment, then let go of the hem of her clothes that he had been holding.
"Good, now, walk towards the hotel entrance, you go first!" Tang Yuran pointed at the hotel's main door and spoke to Gu Yu with a very calm voice.
"..."
Gu Yu hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Tang Yuran glared at him fiercely.
"Alright," Gu Yu sighed helplessly and had to stride towards the hotel entrance.
But after he had taken a couple of steps, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Tang Yuran who was still standing in the same spot without moving.
