After waking from sleep, corporate wage slave Wangshu had transmigrated into an archaic, elegant Xianzhou world.

Beneath his feet were slightly damp bluestone slabs. Before his eyes stood a little girl gripping a wooden stick, with crimson eyes, silver hair, and a face full of wariness…

Wangshu said, “Actually… I am your future lover. I crossed time and space to save you from your tragedy.”

Jingliu was shocked. “Do you take me for a fool? Then tell me, what dish did my mother love making for me the most?”

Wangshu: “…”

[Future Prospects Chat Group]

[Wangshu: Help! @Senior Jingliu! What dish did your mom love making for you the most?]

Starting Out by Scamming the Young Sword Master

Starting Out by Scamming the Young Sword Master

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