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

night.

Dio saw an uninvited guest at the door of his room.

Mia wore his windbreaker, and the long, loose clothes made her look particularly petite. With her wet eyes, she was extremely pitiful.

After looking at her clothes a few times, Dio frowned slightly. She's not usually afraid of the cold. Why is she wearing a windbreaker? uncomfortable?

"If I'm not mistaken, these are my clothes. Monkeys have evolved to steal human things?" Dio touched Mia's forehead with disgust on his face, and was relieved when he found that the temperature was normal.

"Lord Dio." Mia bit her red lips and took out a black leather whip as if she was about to die, "I'm here to plead guilty!"

Dio didn't understand the meaning of "asking for forgiveness", but looking at the shiny whip, he could vaguely guess her intention.

With his ears slightly red, Dio took a few steps back: "No need. It's very late, you should go to bed quickly."

"No need, you obviously hold grudges very much..." Mia puffed up her cheeks, folded the whip and put it back in her pocket.

She took out an exquisite paper box and handed it to Dio: "A gift."

Dio put down the carton with a cold face: "There's no point in bribing me."

Mia lowered her head and pointed at her fingers: "Mia has been making it for a long time, let's try it."

After a moment of silence, Dio opened the box.

There were eight chocolates neatly arranged inside, and the surface was uneven, as if they were handmade.

With her cooking skills, she was able to make chocolate... Her face softened a little, and Dio tasted one.

The chocolate melted in your mouth and was slightly bitter. When you bit it open gently, the refreshing sweet wine poured out. The bitterness and sweetness blended together, which was just the taste he liked.

"I don't like it, it's too ugly." Dio snorted and threw the box back to Mia.

She hurriedly accepted it and winked playfully: "Does that mean you like the taste?"

"I don't like it either." Dio turned his head away and said in a cold tone, "Don't use your brain, which is no bigger than a paramecium, to speculate on me."

"Okay." Mia thought for a while, picked up the chocolate and stuffed it into her mouth.

His expression twisted, and Dio almost couldn't hold back: "Didn't you give it to me? What are you eating?!"

"Didn't you say it was ugly? I just wanted to make something nice for you." After eating all the remaining seven, Mia looked confused.

Grinding his molar teeth, Dio said loudly: "Yes! It's so ugly, let me redo it!"

"I know, don't be so fierce." Mia grabbed the corner of Dior's clothes and shook her like a kitten, coquettishly.

"Don't look at what good things you have done..." After complaining for a long time, Dio finally remembered the real thing, "By the way, the cave has been dug."

"Really? Is there a talking demon sword inside?!" Mia's eyes glowed and she pointed to Dio's door, "Let's go in and chat."

Dio looked at her deeply: "Enter the opposite sex's room late at night... Isn't that what your mother taught you?"

Mia opened the door by herself, rushed in, and sat beside the bed: "It's okay, you are my best friend."

Best friend? How could she... No, they are just family, so that's not impossible...

Dio stood there, his face changing like a colorful black.

Mia couldn't understand Dio's behavior: "I really haven't broken your mind, have you?"

"It's not broken." Dio rubbed his temples, walked into the room, and closed the door. "There are many complicated roads in the cave, and all the people involved in the incident are dead... Not only did the people I sent not find the demon sword, they almost got lost and returned. not coming."

"I thought it would go smoothly, but it turned out to be so difficult. So what should we do?"

"Someday, let's buy some caving equipment and go in and see for ourselves."

"Okay! It's so fun to explore the cave. The cave with the demon knife might be very magical inside, hehe..."

Mia lay on the bed and chatted a lot with him.

The church bell rang, and Dio looked at his pocket watch: "It's getting late, you should go back to bed."

"Oh..." Mia's eyes flickered and she hesitated to leave.

Dio frowned and said, "Don't tell me that gorillas are also afraid of the dark."

"No." Mia lowered her head and whispered, "Are you still angry about that matter?"

Dio lowered his face and didn't look at her: "Such a thing... why don't you try it yourself?"

"Can you forgive me if you try?"

"what?"

"May I?"

"Okay." Dio curled his lips, his eyes full of mockery, "If you personally..."

Before she finished speaking, Mia quickly unbuttoned her coat.

Thinking of the stupid monkey's strange brain circuit, Dio's pupils shrank: "Wait..."

Mia moved very quickly, and before Dio could stop her, the coat was taken off.

The layers of silk are like mountain lilies after the rain, crystal clear and blurring the beautiful ups and downs.

His mind was in confusion, and Dio backed away subconsciously: "What on earth are you thinking about?"

"I want you to forgive me."

The girl raised her head slightly and looked up at him, her cheeks stained with a shy pale pink.

With his heart beating faster and faster, Dio took another step back.

"Can you forgive Mia?"

With watery eyes, Mia ran forward and wanted to hug Dio.

Mountain lotuses sway in the wind, revealing the flowers in their buds...

She didn't seem to be aware of this, there was no distracting thoughts in her beautiful green eyes, they were extremely pure.

The seductive clothes and innocent demeanor are contradictory and harmonious, like a combination of a succubus and an angel.

His face was so red that he was about to bleed. Dior picked up his coat and covered Mia with lightning speed: "Are you sick? Do you know how to write 'shame'?"

"But..." Mia was in a daze, her green eyes were misted, and her skin was as pink as cherry blossoms, "You ignored me."

"I'll take care of you now." Finding that Mia seemed strange, Dio suppressed his messy thoughts and calmed his voice softly, "Here, put on your coat."

"No." Mia snorted softly and hugged Dio's waist, "You lied to me."

The warm sweet fragrance mixed with the intoxicating aroma of wine floated into the tip of his nose, and Dior suddenly realized——

It turns out that Idiot has a bad ability to drink.

"I didn't lie to you." Dio turned his head and stared at the wall. He had a good drinking capacity, but he seemed a little drunk now. "Get dressed and I will forgive you."

"Big liar, Mia doesn't believe it." Mia hugged him tightly and rocked coquettishly.

The soft and delicate touch occupied the brain, and the blood was as hot as boiling. The young boy with full blood felt like he was about to explode.

Dior and Mia are not biological siblings. Logically speaking, it is not impossible for something to happen.

but……

Dio knew very well what a terrible person he was.

Mia's love and tolerance for him all started from his identity as "brother". What if this layer of lies is lost...

Dio clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms to gain some clarity: "I have forgiven you. Get dressed quickly and I'll treat you to fried chicken."

"Okay, let's eat fried chicken! I want ketchup." With stars in her eyes, Mia put on her windbreaker.

"You can get your hands dirty if you want." Dio breathed a sigh of relief and helped the drunkard button up his buttons, "Let's go, let's..."

Before he finished speaking, Mia suddenly grabbed Dior's arm and pushed him to the ground: "Today is not Thursday, where did the fried chicken come from! Tell me, are you a spy sent by McDonald's?"

Dior struggled a few times but couldn't get away. Everyone was dumbfounded: "What is McDonald's?"

"Damn it! You must have been sent by McDonald's to steal my crab patty fried chicken recipe!" Her pink face bulged with anger, and Mia tied the hands and feet of the struggling spy.

After some resistance, a few stupid hairs popped up on his smooth blond hair. Dio looked confused and tried to reason with the drunkard: "Did you misunderstand something? Calm down!"

"Did you hit me with your truck on that crazy Thursday?! You will be stricter if you confess, and even stricter if you resist!!"

With a stern face, Mia took out the weapon in her pocket and whipped the wronged thief until it spun like a top.