Wen Wan-ti only then saw that he was still holding his phone in his right hand.,His eyes guarded as he met the man's gaze, his own a pool of cool indifference. His voice held an unreadable tension, "You don't have to force yourself," he said, though there was a hint of accusation in his tone.,The man's face fell, and the long fingers that had gripped so tightly suddenly relaxed.。