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

The next day, in the morning.

Mia opened her eyes drowsily and found herself lying on Dio's bed.

"I have a headache, is it a cold..."

"You don't have a cold, you just have a brain problem." Dio, who was sitting next to him, had a cold face and handed her a glass of honey water.

"Am I suffering from brain atrophy or cerebellar atrophy?" Mia took the water glass and drank it. The honey water is sweet and warm, and the headache seems to be much better.

"Arigado, Oni-chan." After drinking, Mia planned to give the water glass to Dio, but when she turned around, she froze when she saw Dio's face.

There were several red marks on the young man's beautiful face, as if he had been slapped by something.

Mia rolled up her sleeves and said indignantly: "Who bullied you? Tell me and I will hammer his brains out!"

Dio froze for a moment, his expression distorted: "Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Mia scratched her empty head.

After a moment of silence, Dio gritted his teeth and said: "Last night, there was a lunatic who insisted that I stole her secret recipe for Krabby Patty fried chicken, and tied me up and whipped me all night long."

The young man's eyes were slightly green, and it looked like he had been tortured severely. His fair skin was an abnormal red color, as if he was angry.

Damn it, which warrior offended this evil king who is bound to take revenge...

Wait, it turns out that Dior has a secret recipe for Krabby Patty fried chicken.

Mia swallowed and whispered, "Can you tell me your secret recipe for crab patties and fried chicken?"

"You!" Dio's eyes widened and his face turned redder.

"I don't want to say forget it, hahaha..." Frightened by his distorted expression, Mia waved her hands quickly, "Is your injury okay? Can I help you apply some medicine?"

"No need. I've applied it." Dio took a deep breath to calm down and got into the quilt. "If you have a headache, just sleep a little longer."

There was no fireplace in the room, and Dio carried the chill of late autumn. Mia frowned and kicked him lightly: "I have a headache and I'm sleeping on mine. Why are you here too?"

Dior hugged the soft little heater: "Miss, this is my quilt."

"Stingy guy..." Mia pouted and buried her head into the boy's not-so-broad chest.

Dio lowered his eyes and rubbed Mia's white cheeks with his fingers. There was a cut made here by scissors, but it has healed without even leaving a scar.

Until now, Dio didn't want to think about the mistake of Mia sleeping with her eyes open. If he doesn't want to reach that ending, maybe he should make some changes.

After a long time, when Mia was about to fall asleep, Dio whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Mia opened her eyes blankly, her green eyes misty: "What hurts?"

"Face." Seeing that Mia didn't seem to understand, Dio hesitated, "I used scissors that time..."

Mia raised her hand and rubbed his head, messing up his beautiful hairstyle: "It's okay. It's been fine a long time ago."

Dio bit his lip and said a little louder, "That will hurt too."

"What's wrong with you?" Mia sat up and wanted to see his expression, but Dio shrank into the quilt.

Mia thought for a while and hugged the cocoon formed by the quilt: "My dear, are you okay?"

"I..." Cocoon arched into her arms, "When Dario beat you before, I swore that I would protect you for the rest of my life..."

Mia suddenly understood and hugged him tightly: "That's different. My dear, that's different."

Dio was silent for a long time and replied: "Why?"

"You must have been very sad at that time. It was very sad and painful, so you wanted me to feel the same pain, so that your pain could be understood."

Mia chuckled softly and stroked his back gently, like a mother cat smoothing the fur of her favorite kitten.

"You're just asking me for help."

Dio froze for a moment, then slowly poked his head out from under the quilt, his eyes red: "You don't blame me?"

"It still hurts when the scissors are inserted, so..." Seeing Dio's suddenly tense expression, Mia curled her lips and opened her arms, "Hug me."

In this way, Mia received a warm hug from Dior this morning and a tearful "sorry".

This was the first time Mia got an apology from him.

Perhaps, the stubborn and arrogant Dior has learned a little bit about what "love" is.

The two slept until the afternoon. When they woke up, Dio took Mia to eat fried chicken.

They entered the gang's restaurant and saw Spitwagen having afternoon tea.

Spitwagen put down his teacup, raised his head, glanced at them, and then lowered his head: "It's normal for young people to be energetic, but it's also noisy at night..."

Hearing this, Mia tilted her head and thought, and Dio's fair cheeks turned red as tomatoes.

Before Dior could speak, Mia answered loudly: "A thief broke in last night and stole Dior's secret recipe for Krabby Patties and Fried Chicken!"

It's over... Dio covered his face.

The corners of Spitwagen's mouth twitched and he said perfunctorily: "Wow, Crab Burger's fried chicken is really popular."

Dio sat on the chair and pretended to be calm: "What are you thinking about? She is just my sister."

Spitwagen took a sip of tea, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "We're not close, are we? The difference in your appearance is bigger than that of the prince and the frog."

The fingertips trembled, and Dio subconsciously looked at Mia.

Mia raised her hand actively: "Who is the prince and who is the frog? I think Dior looks more like a frog."

The corner of his mouth twitched again, Spitwagen came close to Dio and whispered: "Look at this IQ..."

His heart tightened, Dio interrupted loudly: "Don't inquire about our family affairs!"

"Sorry." Spitwagen smiled and sat back to drink tea.

"Dior, what's wrong? You're so fierce all of a sudden." Mia squatted next to Dio and looked at him with concern.

His sister's eyes were clear and bright, reflecting his appearance clearly, and Dio's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

Perhaps, in Mia's eyes, he is not only "brother", but also "Dior".

The morning conversation echoed in my mind——

"Are you sad?"

"You're just asking me for help."

Could it be that Mia would still love him even without the lie of blood relationship.

The mess of thoughts made his brain hurt, and Dio instinctively wanted to leave the room where Mia was: "Mia, sit down first, and I'll order the fried chicken."

"Oh..." Mia nodded and secretly ate Spitwagen's small cake.

Spitwagen handed Mia a spoon with a confused look on his face: "Did Dio give you... that one?"

"Which one is that?" Mia took the spoon and ate the cake, her cheeks stuffed like a hamster.

"That's it..." Spitwagen's face turned red and he took a sip of tea. "The transparent one. You are still young, so you have to protect yourself."

transparent? protect yourself?

Could it be...

Fried chicken gloves? !

Was there plastic in this era? It must be very expensive, where can I afford it?

Mia shook her head and said, "No."

Spitwagen frowned: "Scumbag!"

"What?" Mia couldn't keep up with Spitwagen's train of thought and looked confused.

Spitwagen took the cake from Mia's hand and said seriously: "You must use it, you know? If he doesn't use it, you beat him."

Hit someone while eating fried chicken without wearing gloves? Spitwagen's mysophobia is quite serious.

Mia snatched the cake back, jumped to her chair and sat down: "Anyway, it just touches your hands, just lick it and it's fine." It's just cooking oil, not gutter oil, so there's nothing to worry about.

Mia didn't look back, and didn't see the cracked expression of Spitwagen behind her.

As soon as the cake was finished, Dio came back.

Mia waved to him: "Where's the fried chicken?"

Dio glanced at her and said, "It's almost done."

After saying that, Dio found that Spitwagen looked at him strangely.

What's wrong? Could it be Mia's fault?

Before Dior could figure it out, Mia asked: "How is Brown's matter?"

Putting aside his messy thoughts, Dio replied: "Spieter Wagon must have told you about Brown, right?"

Spitwagen and Mia both nodded.

Dio: "That guy is a tough guy, but fortunately his IQ is not high. I deceived something from him..."