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... Qiao Yun didn’t speak, and after a while, she said faintly, “Two thousand times, due tomorrow.”
Pei Ya said, “Knowing you were back, everyone wanted to visit you, but of course, I stopped them all. Considering how hard I worked, maybe you could let the punishment of copying lines go.”
“Three thousand times.”
Qiao Yun said lightly.
Pei Ya shut up, feeling that if he kept harping on it, he couldn’t escape the four thousand times.
He hated his loose tongue. < ...
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