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

"what gift?"

Mia frowned, let go of Lucky, and took off Dio's wet cloak.

"You got soaked because you went out shopping? Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Dio enjoyed Mia's concern and said calmly, "Forgot."

forget?

Dior usually has a good memory, right?

Mia felt a trace of doubt in her heart, but when she saw the wet suit under the cloak, it immediately turned into deep heartache.

"Oh, why is it so humid in there? Go take a shower or you'll catch a cold."

Unconsciously forgetting about the cold war, Mia grabbed Dio's arm and pulled him to the bathroom.

Seeing Mia's worried look, Dio's mouth curled up slightly.

After stuffing the wet cat into the bathroom, Mia hurried to make ginger soup.

Ginger, red dates, wolfberry...

Thinking that Dio liked sweet food, Mia added a few more spoonfuls of brown sugar.

Mia poured the cooked ginger soup into a bowl, ran back to the bathroom holding the bowl, and found that Dio had already finished washing.

Mia stuffed the ginger soup into Dio's hand: "Ginger soup. Drink it quickly to prevent colds."

The ginger soup exuded a faint medicinal smell. Dio took a sip and found it spicy and sweet. He felt strange: "Why not hot water?"

"what?"

"Didn't you say before that I should drink more hot water when I'm sick?"

Mia scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

In the past, the family couldn’t afford medicine, so when Dio fell ill, she could only boil some hot water to help him replenish water and sweat.

Looking at the child shivering in the quilt, she felt distressed and helpless, so she lied to him and said drinking hot water could cure the disease.

I didn't expect that this person still remembers it now.

Mia smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. At that time, the only thing we could get out of the house was hot water..."

Dio hummed softly and lowered his head to drink the soup.

As I recall, it seemed like Mia was always by his side whenever he was sick.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, through the dim moonlight, I could see Mia carefully changing the wet towel on his forehead...

Maybe the ginger soup was too spicy, Dio felt his nose a little sour for some reason.

After Dio finished drinking, Mia took away the bowl and pushed him to the sofa next to the fireplace: "Warm up by the fire."

Dio grabbed Mia's wrist, pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap: "Don't you want to see the gift I bought for you?"

"Look!" Mia completely forgot about being angry. She leaned against Dio's chest, grabbed his hand and shook it. "What did you buy?"

The girl's body was soft and sweet, and Dio couldn't help but hug her waist: "In your pocket, you..."

Before Dio could finish, Mia stuffed her hands into his trouser pockets and rummaged around.

Dior was wearing pajamas, and such casual clothing usually has larger pockets for convenience.

Mia searched for a long time but didn't find the gift. Instead, she touched something strange that could change shape through the cloth...

what is this?

Gift?

Mia blinked, pinching and touching with her fingers, trying to figure it out.

Dio hugged her waist tightly, leaned close to her ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Did you find it?"

"without me……"

Mia paused, then suddenly realized what was going on. She suddenly jumped off Dio, fell to the ground, and took a few steps back.

"It's your clothes that are the problem! I didn't mean it! I don't like shotas!"

Dio stared at Mia: "I'm not a child anymore."

Mia didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Dio’s gaze was very strange, as if it could burn her.

Mia was embarrassed. She didn't dare to look at Dio's face and looked down...

The fabric of the pajamas is soft and can outline the shape.

hiss--

My future sister-in-law is so lucky!

Perhaps he didn't notice Mia's gaze, Dio sat there openly and let her look at him.

Mia felt guilty, so she lowered her head and stared at the ground: "You are it."

Looking at Mia's blushing cheeks, Dio rarely failed to get angry at her rejection: "Why do you feel that way? Don't I usually take care of you?"

Mia twisted her fingers: "It's not a question of whether to take care of it or not..."

Dio is totally legal here, but from a modern point of view...

Dio pondered for a moment, his expression softened a little, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his mind.

He walked over to the cloak hanging on the hanger, took out a large paper bag from his pocket, and stuffed it into Mia's hand: "Gift."

Mia opened the paper bag and her pupils shrank.