Bi Yuhan and Mo Ling entered the living room. What greeted them was a flash of a figure who was dashing straight at Mo Ling.
Before Bi Yuhan could block the incoming figure, that person stopped at a three feet distance and looked at Mo Ling with shining eyes.
"Brother Mo~."
Mo Ling's lips twitched at that address and Bi Yuhan narrowed his eyes.
He thought that Seven would cling onto Mo Ling's hand when saw the 'girl' dashing towards him.
But quite sensibly Seven maintained some distance.
What he didn't know was that, it's not because of Mo Ling's injury that Seven stopped himself from clinging to her, but because she warned them to keep some distance and not to touch her.
Although he was a bit childish and always dependant on Mo Ling, he was obedient and listened to her every word without forgetting.
Mo Ling sighed at those shining eyes and patted his hair which spread a sparkly grin on his face.
