Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

This short sentence immediately caused Dior's brain to shut down, his face turned red and blood dripped, and even his skin was lightly pink.

"Hey, why are you so stupid? Did Johnny beat you silly?"

Mia turned sideways, put her ear to Dio's head, and tapped it with her paw.

dong dong.

Yeah, it's good watermelon.

"W-what do you want to do?"

Dior grabbed the quilt and shrank into the corner of the bed like a bullied little daughter-in-law.

Mia tilted her head: "Wouldn't riding a horse wear out the skin on your thighs? I want to give you medicine."

Dio didn't have time to correct Mia's indecent remarks, and a lot of mosaic things popped up in his mind.

Is it possible to...

No, Mia can't be stimulated right now.

If only a little...

Stupid Johnny definitely doesn’t get such good treatment! Mia’s favorite is Bendio hahahaha...

Seeing that Dio was in a daze, looking like a poor Tom who was being played with, Mia asked with concern: "Um, is your head really okay?"

"fine."

Just when Dio was about to agree, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Mia has never ridden a horse, so why does she know this?

Will someone bully her?

Dio put on his shirt under the cover of the quilt and said in a gentle voice: "Mia, who told you this?"

Mia scratched her head: "Wen Qing. I just wanted to show you."

Wen Qing, well done!

Silently giving Wen Qing a thumbs up, Dio agreed to Mia with a nonchalant expression.

The promise was a promise, but Dior now encountered a big problem.

There was no such thing as obesity in the Victorian era. If Dior wanted Mia to be drugged, it would obviously make her see things she shouldn't...

For this situation, experienced drivers will definitely agree happily, but it is too exciting for novice drivers.

After hesitating for a long time, Dior took a ribbon and tied it to Mia's eyes, then took off his pants and wrapped a bath towel very reservedly.

In fact, Dior's injury was not serious, his skin was just a little red, not even a scratch.

But Mia cares about him so much, how could Dio refuse?

After discovering that Mia was different to Johnny, Dio felt a strong sense of crisis and was eager to prove that Mia was different to him.

No matter how reluctant Dio was to admit it, Johnny did occupy a place in Mia's heart, and his sister actually took risks and lied for other men...

In fact, it is not that Dior has no way to deal with Johnny.

He could easily kill Johnny, or create a misunderstanding that would make Mia disappointed in Johnny.

At first, Dior wanted to rely on Johnny to win the favor of the family behind him, so naturally he would not do so.

Later, when Dio realized that Johnny was an annoying obstacle, he could no longer do anything.

In Dior's eyes, Mia is a porcelain doll suffering from depression who can't help but be stimulated.

Now Mia had just vomited blood and looked more fragile than a porcelain doll, almost made of tofu.

If something happens to Johnny, will it hurt Mia?

Dio is not afraid of gambling. As long as the profit is enough, he can even bet his own life.

But facing Mia, Dio was rarely afraid...

Of course, Dior couldn't just let Mia and Johnny get along.

A certain golden retriever head full of bad water is looking for a perfect solution to this trouble...

"Dior, are you okay?"

Mia was blindfolded by the ribbon and couldn't see anything. She found that Dio hadn't spoken for a long time and was looking around in confusion.

The bed next to him sank, and Dio seemed to sit over: "Okay."

"Where is the injury?" Mia dug out a piece of ointment, "I can't see, please let me go."

A pair of hands lifted Mia and put her in a place.

The slightly rough texture of the bath towel was under her feet, soft and bouncy, as if she was standing on her thighs.

Dio pulled up the bath towel, held Mia's wrist, and pulled her little paw to the wound on the inner thigh: "Here."

It was pitch black before Mia's eyes, and Mia couldn't see the wound, so she could only apply it randomly without knowing what she touched.

She's not too worried about screwing up.

She relaxed her strength, the pads of her flesh were still so soft, she must be...

"Hmm..." Dio's suppressed groan came from above his head, and it seemed to be in pain.

Mia stopped: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Dio touched Mia's head, his voice hoarse.

"I-I'll be gentle."

Her heart was pounding wildly. Mia was afraid of curing the patient, so she applied it very carefully.

However, no matter how careful she was, the effect was not very good.

Dio's heavy breathing and low moans seemed to mean that she was really hurting.

Mia asked "does it hurt" many times, but Dio said no.

Mia was very confused.

Dior must have been jealous of Johnny, so he endured the pain and asked her to apply the medicine. But it seems like it really hurts...

What should I do? Should I continue?