After hearing Mia's words, Dio's hand that was opening the shell shook, and the knife cut his finger.

"My hands were not shaking when I stole things, but are they shaking now?" Mia sighed, grabbed his bleeding finger, and blew it gently, "It hurts and blows away~"

The warm breath touched the wound, turning into a slight electric current and rushing to his chest, making his heart shrink. Dio pursed his lips and whispered: "I'm not a child anymore, this trick is useless."

"Yes, the person who snatched the remaining half of my chocolate this morning is already an outstanding adult." Mia rolled her eyes at him, stuck out her tongue, and lowered her head.

Seeing that the strawberry jelly-like tip of his tongue was about to touch his finger, Dio quickly retracted his hand: "What are you doing?!"

Mia raised a proud smile: "Thanks to the substitute, the disinfection effect of my saliva is quite good."

Saliva, disinfection...

A strange fever ran through his body, and he seemed to be sick.

"I'm going to bandage it." Dio ignored Mia's confused expression and ran away quickly, as if there was a mad dog chasing behind him.

"Don't run so fast, be careful of falling..."

Bah.

"Gah? Dio, are you okay?!"

"It's all your fault! Crow's mouth!"

"You relied on me to run so fast?"

"I don't care, you have to give me all your oysters!"

"Eh???"

Thus, the unlucky Mia lost her oyster with a question mark on her head.

night.

bedroom.

The night sky was shrouded in soot and chemical smog, unable to cast any moonlight, and the bedroom could only be illuminated by candles.

Dio was sitting at his desk, concentrating on reading a math book. The young man's sitting posture was not exactly upright, but it was indescribably elegant and chic.

Mia was lying on the desk, drawing little people on his books from time to time, like troublemaking kittens.

In this era, books are very expensive and only those with money can afford them.

However, in the slums where stolen goods are handled, some books occasionally appear. Slum dwellers were generally illiterate, so books were sold cheaply.

Mia bought this book a few days ago.

The shopkeeper saw that it was thick, so he used it to pad the legs of the table. Mia exchanged it for a brick and an egg.

Looking at the notes written by Dio, Mia sighed: "Isn't this a quadratic equation? Have you even learned this?"

Dio frowned and snorted: "Didn't you buy it for me to see?"

Mia's eyes were complicated: "I thought the content was useful, so I bought it. I didn't expect you to really understand it..."

Dio rolled his eyes: "Don't judge me by your IQ. The gap between you and me is wider than that between a man and a pig."

"Are you happy studying?"

"It's okay, it's quite interesting."

"Want to go to school?"

"..."

"Dior?"

"I don't like it that much."

Mia raised her head and took a look at Dio's expression.

He wrote notes nonchalantly, seemingly uninterested in school topics.

However, Mia knew he was lying.

How could someone who reads a book whenever he has free time not want to go to school?

Her past life experience told her——

Reading is the best way out for poor people.

In the Victorian era, reading was basically a male prerogative.

As the only reliable male in the family, Dior could achieve a class jump and become a respectable middle class if he could be admitted to a prestigious college.

however……

Looking at the brick-like math book, Mia sighed.

Like the books, the school's tuition was astonishingly high, and she understood Dio's concerns.

Gotta save some money.

Now that the problem of food and clothing has been solved, it's time to think about moving and studying.

Move to a safe street, live in a small villa with a garden, and hire a reliable tutor...

Perfect life!

However, now we still have to talk to Dio about his robbing the rich and giving to the poor.

Mia took Dio's book and said warmly: "Maybe we should talk about your stealing?"

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?" Dio frowned, "Do you know how much I got from that old lady today? Eight pounds, which is more than a month's salary for you."

Mia looked into his eyes: "Then do you know what will happen if you are caught?"

Dio glared back, "I won't get caught. I'm not like those idiots."

"Didn't you get caught by me anyway? You went out to work because you were sure you wouldn't be discovered by me, right?"

"You won't report me."

"No, but I will beat you up."

"Huh?" Dio was stunned, with a blank expression as if he had seen a pink elephant on the street.

"I'm serious." Mia stood up, "Mom said before she died that if you are naughty, I can use my mother's power to beat you for her!"

Dio's pupils were shaking: "She was joking! Are you serious about it?!"

Suddenly, Mia pounced on Dio like a hungry tiger.

Dio lowered his face and threw a punch, but she suppressed it effortlessly.

Mia held him down and asked seriously: "Are you still going?"

"Why do you order me!" Dio glared at her and struggled hard.

Lifting him onto the bed like a chicken, Mia asked: "Those who commit theft will be exiled to Australia! Do you think it's fun to open up wasteland there?"

Dio found in despair that Mia was so strong that he couldn't run away at all, so he simply turned his head and remained silent.

Mia sighed and softened her voice: "We didn't have a choice before, but now that we can make a living through serious work, why take risks?"

Dio pursed his lips and retorted in a low voice: "I earn more than you."

Mia let go of her hand, turned his head over, and forced him to look directly at her: "But the risks are also big, aren't they? A truly smart person will weigh the risks and benefits, rather than just focusing on what can be gained."

"I told you, I won't get caught." Dio looked away and looked at the ceiling, looking nonchalant.

"I see you really want to eat rattan braised pork." Mia grinned ferociously, grabbed Dio, ignored his struggle, and pushed him onto her thigh.

"Wait...are you serious?! Fuck, stop!"

clap clap clap!

Poor Dio experienced a Chinese stick education because of an unintentional joke from his mother.

Fifteen minutes later.

Mia slapped her twice in embarrassment and said humbly: "My dear, just admit your mistake."

Dior resisted wildly at first, spitting sweet things at her, but then he just pretended to be dead and ignored her.

Isn't it a typing problem? !

Heart sinking, Mia turned Dio over.

I saw that the usually arrogant person's face was red, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Oops, it made people cry!

Mia wiped away his tears with a guilty conscience: "I'm sorry. May I help you with some medicine?"

"No need." Dio wiped his face randomly and ran away, as if he was angry with her.

Mia thought the matter would end like this, but Dio brought up the topic again while sleeping.

He was wrapped in a quilt, with only his head exposed, and asked in a low voice: "What will happen if I get caught by you again?"

Mia's face turned cold and she said harshly: "Just do it!"

Dio didn't reply, buried his head in the quilt, and stopped paying attention to her.

But, I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Mia always felt that when Dio heard her answer, his eyes seemed...

strange?

Damn it, Dio doesn't hate her, does he? !

Thinking of his unyielding character, Mia trembled and shrank into the quilt.

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