Top, self-attack and self-receive. I write my own soil when I'm starving for a story.
I punched Jiang Yi hard in the face.
At first, he clearly hadn't processed what happened. His handsome face, usually wearing a perpetual look of displeasure, suddenly cracked with bewilderment. He couldn't believe the skinny boy in front of him had dared to sneak up and hit him. But anger quickly burst into flame in his eyes, spreading like wildfire.
Jiang Yi had never been the sort to hold back. He was like a beast born with a violent temper. Anyone who dared to slight his pride had better be ready to face the beast's boundless fury and revenge.
I knew Jiang Yi well enough to say that no one else in the world understood this wild monster better than I did.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Jiang Yi pinned me down. The punch he'd thrown in retaliation had made my vision go black, but I could still make out his face. It was lucky my first punch hadn't disfigured him. Even with rage fueling him, Jiang Yi's face was still handsome and unmarked. In fact, his heightened emotions made him look full of life, nothing like the lifeless corpse I'd imagined.
I gave up fighting and covered only the parts of me most likely to get hurt. I even gasped and weakly whistled at him. Jiang Yi's eyes changed in an instant, as if he were looking at a lunatic.
"Jiang Yi." I heard my own hoarse voice, thick with the metallic taste of blood. I said, "I'm Jiang Yi."
Theme: If you're starved for love, learn to love yourself
