Reckless, More Reckless

His left arm wrapped around her waist, holding her securely in his embrace.

His right palm pressed against her smooth skin and traveled upward. These legs were simply perfect; they felt so good it was unbelievable. Only when he reached her lower abdomen did he stop.

Something beneath his palm was swollen and taut. He pressed it gently.

The person in his arms immediately went limp on one side. Even the hand supporting herself collapsed, looking entirely like she had given up resisting.

"Who was it that kept begging for mercy last night?"

"That has nothing to do with it." Dragon Scale remained stubbornly defiant. As she spoke, she raised her head and kissed his cheek, her voice lowered to a whisper. "Anyway, I just want it."

But Qin Wangchuan turned his face aside.

"Be good. Not now."

Dragon Scale froze for a moment and looked up at him.

He said nothing more. His gaze had already returned to the deduction floating in midair.

He was not brushing her off.

At this moment, he had grasped that feeling.

Why Wheel of Fate could connect to versions of himself from other spacetime continuums—only now was that question truly answered.

Because it had originally been formed from materials sent by countless versions of himself across countless spacetime continuums. Rather than calling it a Magic Treasure, it was more like a bridge connecting innumerable worlds.

If that was the case, then when borrowing the power of the future, he could borrow more than just the future of this lifetime.

Countless spacetime continuums, countless possible futures.

Countless selves.

The instant the thought arose, his thoughts surged like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam. Qin Wangchuan sank completely into them, utterly unaware even of the movement in his arms.

Dragon Scale lay sprawled across his