"You, you, you...what are you doing?!"

His face turned red, and Dio covered his face with a newspaper.

Mia looked at the mosquito bag that showed no improvement, and unscrewed the small iron box given by Spittwagon: "Spittwagen gave me some medicine, and I put it on the mosquito bag."

Dior maintained his posture of covering his face with the newspaper, gritted his teeth and said: "Then you go back to your room and paint! Why are you so...not particular about it?"

"Aren't you the only one here?" Mia shrugged, dug some white ointment into her paws, and applied it to her belly.

tear-

The newspaper that had been broken in half was torn again.

What does "just you" mean?

What does he mean to Mia? !

The broken newspapers could no longer cover his face. Out of some self-defeating mentality, Dio turned his attention to Mia.

The little bear was sitting on the dining table, holding the hem of the sailor dress in his mouth, and slowly applying ointment to his belly with his paws. Serious and careful, but very clumsy, as if a child is seriously playing doctor's house.

Dio stared at her for a moment, trying to make her show some different expressions.

Mia frowned and observed the mosquito bag, not paying any attention to Dio.

The little bear picked up the hem of the skirt, revealing the underpants and socks underneath. A normal person would think something like "What a cute little bear", but Dio felt that he was not normal.

The blood seemed to be heating up, and Dio's vision became a little wandering.

Mia still ignored Dio, dug out some new ointment with her paws, and continued to apply it.

The old ointment was melted by body temperature, changed from solid to viscous liquid, and slowly flowed downwards. Coupled with the color of the ointment, the scene seems a bit bad.

No, he really doesn't like bears!

Dio quickly looked away, covered his hot face, and lay down on the table.

He spent a long time watching the brown bear cage in the zoo and confirmed this fact.

Why would you treat Mia...

"Dior?"

Mia realized belatedly that Dio seemed to have been staring at her for a long time.

Thinking of Dio's awkward personality, Mia thought he wanted to care about her, but was too embarrassed to speak.

She held the iron box and ran to Dior: "Do you want to help me apply it?"

Dio buried his head in the table and said dullly: "I don't want to."

Mia looked at Dio's exposed skin and found that it was abnormally red.

Mia tilted her head: "Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

"No." Dio froze, hating his too fair skin for the first time. The color of his skin easily betrayed his inner thoughts.

Mia thought for a moment and asked, "Are you shy?"

His face felt uncomfortably hot, and Dio raised his voice: "No!"

"Oh?"

Mia raised a nasty smile, with a long tone that didn't deserve a beating.

"So you're shy. Can a bear feel anything? Fish, fish, fish~ Brother Dio is so disgusting?"

Mia actually didn't know anything, and she just wanted to tease Dio by saying such things.

But an unintentional joke can sound like a bolt from the blue to someone with a guilty conscience.

The Victorians were incredibly conservative. For example, couples will only use the most traditional postures. If they use anything else, it is morally corrupt.

And playing games with animals... This is not just moral corruption, it is almost to the point of being burned on a cross.

Mia knows?

Mia's disgusted expression as she looked at trash appeared in his mind, and Dio couldn't help but tremble.

Mia would hate him.

Mia would leave him.

Mia will...

Anyway, she is just a little bear now, why don’t she just cut off her arms and legs...

Malice surged in his heart, and Dio's hand quietly reached for the knife in his pocket.

Noticing Dio's body trembling, Mia's ears twitched.

Is Dio angry?

God, she didn't mean it...

She won't be taught a lesson as a bitch, right?

With a flash of panic in her eyes, Mia hurriedly leaned over and kissed Dio on the cheek.

"I like you, I like Dior the most."

The gentle kiss fell and the sweet confession poured into his ears. In Dior's heart, this was tantamount to the "atonement" awarded to him by Mia.

Mia doesn't even care about such a strange hobby?

Dior doesn’t think that Mia happens to like this kind of thing, so there is only one explanation——

Mia loved him very much, so much that she could easily accept such a deviant thing.

His brain seemed to be soaked in honey, so sweet that he was dizzy. Dio took back the hand holding the knife and hugged Mia: "Thank you."

Mia looked confused and hugged him back: "You're welcome."

Dio didn't reply and hugged him tighter.

Mia patted his arm: "You made the ointment rub off on your skirt."

Dio gently rubbed her cheek: "It's none of my business."

"Help me put it back on."

"No."

"Tickling you."

"..."

The little bear's claws were very sharp, so Dio reluctantly painted them back on her to prevent herself from getting more scratches.

Warm, soft, fluffy...it feels wonderful, but it should only be treated as a pet, not a lover.

Dior felt that he really didn't like animals. As for the reason for doing that to Mia, he felt that something must have gone wrong.

What is the problem...

Dior hasn't figured it out yet.

Ignorant of the large number of messy things in Dio's mind, Mia was lying on the edge of the teacup drinking milk tea.

The milk tea was sweet and rich. The little bear squinted his eyes in enjoyment and drank until the fluff around his mouth was dirty.

Without any idea, Dior went through a series of self-defeating measures, and his favorability level jumped by dozens of points.

She had no idea that if something went wrong with her behavior just now, she would be turned into a bear stick and locked in a cage...

Suck, suck, suck...

The milk tea was almost finished. The little bear stuck his head into the cup and drank the little bit left at the bottom of the cup.

"Mia."

Dio grabbed the skin of her neck and lifted her up.

"Can you drink normally?"

Mia licked the milk tea on her lips: "No."

"It's so dirty." Dio frowned slightly, put down the bear, and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "What did you see about Qibelin's information last time?"

Mia thought for a while and then remembered that Dio showed her William Zebelin's information yesterday morning. Dio also asked her to tell him her thoughts later, but he then ran away from home and the matter fell into disuse.

What ideas could Little Bear have?

The little bear only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

Mia chuckled and was about to say "I don't know" when she noticed that Dio's eyes had changed, cold and stern, like a class teacher who caught a student not doing his homework.

The fear of the teacher burst out deep in her memory. Mia trembled, holding her head and thinking hard.

William Zeppelin, the son of a nobleman, was married and had a wife and a son.

His father is Baron Iman Zeppelin, a professor of archeology.

On weekdays, William would follow his father's archaeological team and travel to various places by boat.

Thirty-five years ago, William left his wife and children and traveled far away without knowing where he was going.

The Stone Ghost Mask, a mask that can turn people into vampires, comes from ancient ruins in Mexico.

Archeology professor, ruins archaeological team, stone ghost face from ancient ruins in Mexico...

The clues came together, and Mia suddenly understood.

"I understand!"

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