Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 21

The relationship between Kinn and Porsche suddenly entered a new stage. The extremely ambiguous flirting has become a game of bitterness for two people. In the kitchen, the bed, the window, morning, noon, and night, there are traces of their hugging and kissing everywhere.

Kinn felt that he might be suffering from a kind of skin hunger called Porsche, otherwise, why would he want to stick to Porsche every moment, wishing he could become one of his limbs?

This almost crazy psychological desire even scared Kinn himself. He tried his best to restrain himself, but he felt that the beast of desire in his heart was growing bigger and bigger, almost swallowing his sanity. He was afraid that if this trend continued, he would get summoned one day, stretching out his evil claws recklessly, and keeping Porsche firmly within his sight. Perhaps deep down, Kinn is also afraid that he will become inseparable from Porsche. Of course, it does not mean that he has ever thought of leaving, but that Porsche is an independent person, not a dodder that can only grow on the host of Kinn. His Life doesn't revolve around Kinn. Porsche needs its own space. Everyone needs their own space.

Kinn didn't want to make Porsche feel out of breath because of his selfish desires. Porsche is a bird born to soar in the sky. He finally struggled out of the cage of the prison. Cage, even if the cage is studded with gold.

One night, Kinn woke up from a nightmare, and his cold sweat turned into a blackened wet spot in the bedding, just like a terrible scene in his mind. He dreamed that the Porsche was lying in a bright red background, with a pale face, and its spread hands and feet were tightly bound by four black rhizome-like things, and bright red and dazzling blood gushed out continuously from the rhizomes. He was terrified when he saw it, and the instant anger in his chest almost burned him ran to the unconscious Porsche like crazy and tried his best to tear off the roots wrapped around Porsche's limbs, But the shackles with thick wrists resisted, and became tighter and tighter. In the end, Kinn sat slumped on the ground, unable to use any strength in his hands. He looked at the blood-bubbled hands in disgust and frustration but was surprised to find that the same black rhizome was wrapped around his wrist and the other end of the rhizome was wrapped around Porsche's shriveled and bleeding wrist. The thread is still rushing into his body. He is sucking the exuberant life force that belongs to Porsche.

Kinn was almost stunned. When he fumbled in the dark to light a cigarette, his cold hands couldn't help shaking. The orange flame barely slipped through the crushed cigarette end, like a headless fly, no matter what.

Another "click" sounded in the silent night, accompanied by warm heat, lightly covering Kinn's back drenched in cold sweat.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Porsche's lazy voice still had hoarse tiredness, and his limp body leaned against Kinn's side, discreetly dispelling the cold of the winter night for the man.

With the freshly lit cigarette in his mouth, the star-like orange hops and hops are reflected in Kinn's dark eyes, leaving the panic and bewilderment in those eyes nowhere to hide. Porsche, however, hugged Kinn's shoulders as if he didn't see it, only half of his body leaned forward, the burning tobacco kissed the cigarette in Kinn's hand, took a deep breath, and let the two touching cigarettes bloom emit the same light.

The gray and pungent smoke spread around the two of them, driving away the last trace of drowsiness. The Porsche rested on Kinn's shoulder and tilted his head to look at his side face. The nail of the index finger of his left hand gently scratched the exposed gland of alpha on, naughty and lingering.

"You seem to have something on your mind lately, Kinn, do you want to talk about it?"

The faint orange circled Kinn's tight lips, Porsche waited quietly, his eyes drifting his drooping eyelashes, counting subconsciously, but there was no result, and double images appeared in the dimness before his eyes. He simply closed his eyes and smoked quietly, opening them occasionally to glance to make sure Kinn was thinking and not falling asleep.