Returning to her room, she removed her hairpins and makeup, then picked up her brush once more to review the case files. Her fingertips still ached terribly; she probably wouldn't be able to go archery practice tomorrow, or she would surely get blisters and calluses on her hands. After writing barely a dozen pages, the pain in her hand became truly unbearable, so she picked up the brush with her left hand and began to write slowly. Well, the handwriting was a bit ugly, but what was written could still be made out. After writing another five or six pages or so, Mo Liujin entered the room. Seeing her holding the brush in her left hand, he hurried over, took her right hand, and discovered that her fingertips were even more swollen. He flipped through the case files twice and couldn't help frowning. "Why didn't you call me? Your hand hurts, yet you're still writing."
"I have to finish reading them, otherwise tomorrow's case files will arrive and pile up, and I'll never finish writing them," Chu Qingmeng said, feeling on the verge of a breakdown. She had never had to write so much homework every single day!
Mo Liujin took the brush from her hand, sat down at the desk himself, picked up the brush anew, and waited for her to speak. Chu Qingmeng let out a laugh, and the two of them resumed their cooperation. By the Hai hour, the reviewing was finally finished. Chu Qingmeng only just began to feel hungry and was thinking of asking the small kitchen to fix something to eat when Lengf…
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