My Wife Has Forgotten Me Yet Again

Su Qiannian slapped her forehead. She'd put her bra on backwards; no wonder she felt chest tightness.

You little brat, you're a liar!

San Chou is a really good name.

This little rascal is yours. Ten years from now, I want to see a big rascal who can skillfully use office software and write copy with great expertise.

He cultivates the path of blood and qi, the kind that replenishes yang by absorbing yin.

He was even more shocked; this cat actually had a sinister scent.

This part is really good; Su Qiannian's overpowered abilities are on full display. Thumbs up!

"Hey buddy, what's wrong with you? You should at least bring something with you when you come for lunch. Why did you come empty-handed?"

It all felt like a dream. Is the author giving an end to all authors who write time-travel dramas?

His old profession wasn't fortune telling at a street stall, was it?