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Thump!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a chill pierced his abdomen, as if impaled by an ice-cold blade, followed by a surge of intense pain.
At that moment, Yan Junze knew all too well that the other party had penetrated his stomach with something, perhaps a fingernail.
Apparently, this kind of opening line was clearly not going to work.
Rewind!
This time, when rewinding, Yan Junze deliberately chose the moment just after the figure had approached and stopped near him.
Knowing the figure would remain silent by his side, every saved minute counted. Outside, Zhang Xiaomo was in danger, and Yan Junze did not want to waste time.
As soon as the person stopped, he lowered his voice and said, "Do you feel lonely?"
The person lying before him did not respond or make any move; this time, there was no immediate attack.
