127 Golden (Stupid) Rules

TILLY had a soft spot for kids.

She had a maternal instinct like no other. But having said that, she still couldn't understand why the little boy in front of her now, probably aged seven or eight, gave her the creeps.

Short blonde hair. Ash gray eyes. Lazy look on his face...

Everything looked familiar.

"I don't like this boy," Tilly declared while looking down at the young boy who was sitting across from her. "You give off the big bully energy."

Kiho, who sat beside her on the sofa, stifled a laugh.

The little boy scoffed. "Well, aren't you honest?"

She gasped at the familiar tone that he used. "It can't be…" She looked at Luna who stood beside the rude child. "Miss Luna…"

Right.