MANIAC INSANITY [18+]

CHAPTER 1

In the morning, a sparrow stood on a wild grass and chirped. A light and flexible footstep startled the little bird, and the next second it flapped its wings and flew away.

A girl in a sky blue dress stood by the path. She raised her head, her eyebrows and nose were like stars, and her slightly upturned mouth was flushed with the red of peony. Her loose long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and a few strands of hair casually hung in front of her forehead, gently fluttering in the wind, making her already flawless snow-white skin even more radiant.

More than half a month later, the two little puppies she picked up on a rainy day were alive and kicking again, because her aunt and uncle did not allow her to keep dogs, she had to give them away to someone.

The two white little guys played among the wild grass and flowers, carefree. The dew on the leaves occasionally splashed on them, and their tiny bodies turned like a whirlwind.

The sunlight became clearer and clearer, and a young mother and a little girl appeared in her sight by the path.

"Auntie, they are a family, please don't separate them, okay?"

The girl put her hands together and appealed to the young woman. The little girl she was holding had already let go of her mother's hand, picked up a puppy and kissed its forehead with her pouty mouth.

"No."

The woman smiled at her, took the remaining puppy into her arms, and said goodbye to the girl. Before leaving, she said to her: "You can come anytime you want to see them."

A car was parked not far away. The people inside honked at them twice, and the mother and daughter walked along the path they came from.

She suddenly lost her playmate and breathed a sigh of relief at the empty countryside.

The house she lived in was very small. She thought a while before going out through the path. She sat on a ridge of a field and picked a piece of wild grass to play with, enjoying a moment of tranquility. There were a few wild roses growing around her, and the sweet pollen touched her skin. The edge of her sky-blue skirt fluttered gently, blending into the azure sky.

"Hmm..."

The fingers that were weaving the grass stopped, and the slender knuckles trembled.

She heard a sound, which seemed to be there and not there, like an illusion. The girl looked around for a while and continued to fiddle with the weeds in her hand.

"Dang!--"

Ruby stood up suddenly. This time she was sure that she had not heard it wrong. There was indeed a sound, different from the natural flowing water or bird calls, coming from the hut not far behind her.

Fortunately, it was a clear day, the hut was not big, and there was no dry well around, so it was not so scary.

She walked over bravely and saw faint bloodstains on the ground from a few meters away from the house. Then, the closer she got, the denser the bloodstains became, and the fishy and sweet smell in the air became more obvious.

The slender jade fingers touched the rotten door handle and gently pushed the door open. The house was not painted, the original gray of cement. The weeds growing on the ground made the place more desolate and dilapidated.

In a corner of the house, the injured man was like a beast. He sat on the ground against the wall, one leg curled up, his bangs covering one eye, the torn clothes on his shoulder revealed a muddy wound, and with the amplitude of his breathing, not only his developed chest muscles expanded, but also his skin and flesh with fibers visible.

"You..."

This was the first time she had seen such a bloody scene, and she was so scared that she stayed where she was, and even forgot to run away.

The light flower fragrance made the man's body stiffen.

When he was a child, the King family had a garden, which was built by his father to make the woman happy. It was completely different from the serious and cold King family, and it was the only bright red in the gray.

Once upon a time, it was his paradise. His father only allowed his most beloved wife and son to enter. Even the flowers picked in her bedroom every morning were carefully thorned, for fear of pricking her hands.

Later, his father died, and those flowers were plucked by the uncles who took over the King family. So many blood-red and bright roses were in full bloom, exuding a charming fragrance. Just because she was born in the wrong place, she was cruelly deprived of her life, leaving only petals covered with dew on the ground for people to trample on.

The gap in the door gradually widened, and he saw an arm as slender as a lotus root holding the door, and a little person covered in sunlight came in from outside.

That fresh and beautiful little face made him lose his mind, such a beautiful woman should not appear in this deep mountain.

The instinctive resistance to women made his attention suddenly focused.

Narcissus was stunned for only a second before he jumped up from the ground and rushed to the door, strangling her white slender neck with an iron palm.

"Who are you?!"

The bloody air sprayed to her ears, the voice was low and spicy, the man's body was hot, and the overwhelming sharp aura shocked her almond eyes to open round, and her long eyelashes could not stop fluttering.

"Ru, Ruby."

Her eyebrows frowned, and her cheeks gradually turned slightly red. The man's eyes paused and relaxed his palm a little.

Following the smell, the girl's eyes slowly moved upwards. The man was so tall that she had to raise her eyelids to see his shoulders.

"You're injured badly... Don't you want to go to the hospital?"

The man's hand that was pinching her neck slowly moved to her chin, and with a little force he lifted her head.

Ruby could see the complete gaze that was blocked by her hair. It was cold and harsh, not human like at all. The only color was the red that could not see the border.

"Whose family are you from?"

"Family?"

The girl's voice trembled. He glanced at her clear water eyes. They were so clean that he could see through them at a glance. Even a man who had been in the underworld for many years could not see what she was hiding.

But this is also the terrible thing about beautiful women. They are used to using their beautiful faces and pitiful eyes to win people's sympathy, and then crush people.

"Well..."

The man suddenly closed his eyes. The wound that had stopped bleeding just now jumped open in the action just now, and a stream of hot blood flowed down, soaking the clothes that the two people were holding together.

Blood stained her skirt completely red. The familiar scene made her tremble all over. She forgot her fear and grabbed the man's arm.

"You have to stop the bleeding! Or else you will die!"

She was like a small animal with its fur exploded. Her strength was light and he could easily break the soft bones in her hand, but he believed her clear eyes for the first time.

The big hand let go of her, and the girl turned around and ran out of the hut the next second. The footsteps gradually disappeared.

"Heh." Narcissus shook his head. The faint fragrance was still there, but he felt like a fool. He made the same mistake twice in one day.

The girl run back home, searching for something in her small room.

The door behind her was violently opened, and the old metal hinges almost flew out.

"Auntie--"

The girl turned around quickly and held the gauze from who knows when in her palm.

"We are going to be away for a few days."

The attitude of being businesslike, neither good nor bad, was the relationship between her and Olivia and her husband on weekdays.

"Okay."

She nodded, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Olivia dragged her husband who had not yet completely sobered up out of the small courtyard. They only lived in this so-called "home" for about ten days a month, and they spent most of the rest of the time in the big house in the city.

Ruby finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the car disappear at the end of the road and the taillights could no longer be seen. She walked into the big bedroom, opened the window to disperse the remaining smoke in the room, then dragged a box out of the closet, took out the gauze and alcohol, and took a box of anti-inflammatory drugs before walking out.

She had been in for less than ten minutes, and when she went out again, the sun outside was no longer as bright as before. Dark clouds were slowly pressing down from the western horizon. This feeling of oppression made her feel a little suffocated. Thinking of the little puppies who had left her not long ago shivering in the rain, she went back to the house and got an umbrella.

Narcissus let Hermia go. That woman had been ambitious and planned for decades. She never knew what it meant to be discouraged, and she would not give up on his life just because of the failure not long ago.

She must have told Harlow about his being in this mountain a long time ago. It won't be long before a large number of people will come to search for him, and they will find him even after searching every blade of grass. And this place is still far away from the King family. He has no way to contact the King family, and he can't walk out of this mountain with his current physical strength.

The man raised the corner of his lips at the door that had not yet closed, and smiled without warmth.

It was the first time he felt so defeated since he took back the King family from those uncles a few years ago, like a dog that had lost its home. And the root of all this was because of his obsession that he couldn't let go.

People walking in the dark are very calm about life and death. You can exchange half of your life for your whole life, or you can exchange your life for someone else's life.

His mind was no longer as clear as before, and the untreated wounds made his body temperature gradually rise, and chaotic blocks of color began to appear in front of his eyes.

"Tatt, tatt..."

The familiar footsteps made him stop breathing for a second, and he subconsciously looked towards the door to follow the only light source.

Then he saw the girl with her back to the light, wearing a light blue skirt, and coincided with the figure that flashed before his eyes just now.

It was her.

When he let her go just now, he didn't expect that she would come back again, holding a wrinkled bag in her arms, and it was unclear what was in it.

The girl approached and squatted on the ground. Seeing the man squinting, she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. The heat on his body could be felt from a distance, and this cognition made her frown.

This is A City, of course she knows what kind of place it is. This poor man must have offended someone to get hurt him like this.

Living alone for a long time, she is particularly concerned about being sick, and even more concerned about loneliness. The man in front of her is no different from the small animals and birds, she usually treats in the woods. They are all the same.

But it was not the same in the man's eyes. He watched her movements, somewhat confused about what she was doing.

He was no longer the head of the King family, and was no different from a half-dead beast shot by a hunter. There were only two possible outcomes: one was to be found and killed by the Mill family, and the other was to die here. Both ways were undignified to him.

Apart from Narcissus's identity, he couldn't think of any other value for himself, and he was covered in mud and blood. How could someone value him enough wanting to treat his wounds for such a miserable man?

He couldn't understand why she wanted to save him, when he had just strangled her neck.

"Who are you?"

The voice was even more hoarse than before. The blood loss made him dizzy, and the high fever that followed made him feel dizzy and his whole body began to feel cold.

The girl seemed to think about this answer, and the movement of wiping the wound under her hand paused.

Ruby's home was long gone, and her past identity was also a taboo that could not be revealed. Apart from her name, she really didn't know who else she could be, and she was a little puzzled by the man's persistence.

"Don't worry... I often bandage small animals in the mountains, you will be fine."

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, and he gradually became confused by her gentle voice, and let her treat his wound. She moved carefully, and her cool fingertips occasionally touched his hot skin to relieve the swelling and pain, which was a bit comfortable.

The manic injured beast was comforted for a moment, and the man could no longer tell whether the person in front of him was real or fake, but the faint glow emanating from her body made him feel at ease.

This was the last sentence he heard, and she actually compared him to an animal, but he suddenly envied those animals.

This feeling has been missing for many years, and he just felt that even if it was fake, he was unwilling to push it away, and didn't want to give up this last comfort.

The man looked at the things scattered on the ground, and suddenly wanted to help her pick up the bottle, but he just raised his hand and it fell down suddenly. His eyes were out of focus, and his eyelashes closed weakly.

"Sir? Sir!"

Ruby was frightened and shook his body gently. Putting the trembling fingers under the man's nose, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the air flow.

The man was covered in blood and dirt, but his sharp eyes and aura gave her a sense of dignity and inviolability. She couldn't imagine what could have happened to make this man so weak, and she didn't have time to think about it.

"Sir, wake up."

She tried to shake the man awake, and also tried to carry him on her back. But the man was tall and burly, much heavier than her, and her thin body couldn't bear his weight at all.

The sun was completely blocked by dark clouds, and she couldn't convince herself to leave a seriously injured person in this mountain, not to mention that he was still running a fever.

After thinking for a while, she ran home to get a trailer and pushed him up with great effort. It took half an hour to walk the distance that only took a few minutes in the past. As soon as she entered the door, it started to rain outside.

Her aunt, Olivia and her husband would not come back for at least half a month every time they left. This small courtyard belonged to her alone most of the time, and half a month was enough for the man to recover and leave.

The big house they lived in was a mess most of the time. At first, she would clean it up, but later she didn't care anymore. She didn't want to step into the room full of cigarette butts except for ventilation. She stood at the door and thought for two seconds, and finally pushed the man to the small bed in her room.

He was exceptionally tall and broad-shouldered. He felt the legs of the bed trembling when he lay on his small bed. She looked at the man's tall body, and she was a little afraid afterward.

Ruby couldn't bear to see anyone get hurt, so she rescued injured animals in this small forest. It was just that she was in a hurry and didn't think much about it. She actually brought a man back home, and he was such a strong and sturdy man.

She took two steps back and leaned against the wardrobe, glaring at the man's honey-colored flesh under his torn shirt, which was dotted with brown spots.

In the end, she couldn't bear to let him leave here half dying.

The girl shook off the strange thoughts in her mind, took out a pair of scissors and cut open his torn shirt, and wiped off the blood stains one by one with a hot and wet towel.

The man's body was as hard as iron, and even when he was asleep, his muscles were still painful. Her wrists became sore after wiping for a while, and she was amazed at the number of scars that covered almost his entire chest and back.

A vague afterimage appeared in her mind, but she couldn't remember it clearly because it had been so long.

After a long silence, she ran into the kitchen and put the chicken that Olivia brought her into the casserole.

Narcissus opened his eyes, looked around and found that he had left the dilapidated house. He was naked from the waist up, and his wounds had been wrapped with clean bandages, and he could still smell the scent of herbal medicine.

The girl was sitting on the chair next to him, her arms entangled together, lying on the bed supporting her furry little head, and she was breathing evenly in her sleep.

The small window beside him had a curtain drawn on one side, and the sun was setting outside the window. The afterglow dyed the western sky red, and it looked like a blazing fire in the man's dark eyes.

The hut was plain but clean, and the furnishings were simple and even a little crude. The colors of the sheets and curtains were a bit monotonous, but they were embroidered with delicate little flowers with colorful threads, and it could be seen that the owner was trying her best to make the room lively.

There was a delicate floral scent in the air, and the source was a bouquet of flowers on the table. This scent was the same as the girl's, giving him the illusion that it was wafting from her body. The man looked down at the sleeping girl's body and trembled, and the upper body that had just been raised fell back on the bed.

This girl was not sent by anyone, and she could have killed him while he was unconscious, but she didn't. Not only that, she also bandaged his wounds, wiped off the loose dirt on his body, and the sticky feeling was gone.

He was silent for a long time, his sharp jaw moved slowly, and his angular handsome face softened a lot in the sunset.

The mobile phone placed beside the bed attracted his attention. The man's eyes darkened and he swiped the phone open and dialed a number.

After a while, the call was hung up. The sharpness in Narcissus's eyes disappeared when he lowered his head. He looked at her carefully. The girl's facial features were delicate and exquisite. Her fair skin and long eyelashes made her look like a white jade doll.

The wound on his left shoulder was deep in the flesh, but the severe pain was in his heart. The despair and unbearableness that was enough to make him give up life were completely wiped away by her somewhat cold and delicate jade fingers. Narcissus become obsessed with the soft touch that made him feel comfortable. He had never been so relaxed in more than 27 years of his life. So he felt that this quiet forest was too simple and unworthy of the flawless kind girl.

She should stay in a gorgeous palace to prevent the mortal world from staining her feathers.

Narcissus closed his eyes and thought about how he reached here..…