What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

Song He saw the boy loosen his hands and move his body back subconsciously.

The man covered his mouth with his sleeve and started coughing again. Song He wanted to pat him on the back.

And the moment he inadvertently turned his body to the side, both of them were frozen in time.

Lu Yan turned his head away and covered his eyes stiffly, "Ahem... Sorry to bother Brother Song tonight, I can take care of the rest myself, go and rest."

Song He's hands slowly dropped, his eyes drooping, not knowing what he was looking at, "Are you going to chase me away..."

Lu Yan quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I told you to go and rest. It's so late."

"I'm worried you might have a stomachache at night, so it's better to have someone take care of you." Song He smiled at him, "Don't be so stubborn, I'm not a bother."

Lu Yan covered his head and rubbed his temples with both hands, thinking that this body was too weak to make him dizzy like this with just a little bit of alcohol.

He drank the remaining honey water in the cup, waved to him, staggered down from the table, and walked to the basin.

"It's okay. Honey water has been delivered. Xiao Si'er is also here, so it's very convenient to call."

"Besides, I need to wipe my body. The place where the honey water just flowed is sticky and uncomfortable." He picked up the handkerchief and turned his eyes to him. The look that wanted him to leave was self-evident.

Song He looked at him and smiled, "How about you just shake like this? I'll help you." Then he walked forward as if he really wanted to take his handkerchief.

Looking at the slender white hands in front of him, Lu Yan paused twisting the handkerchief, fixed his eyes on his face, looked at him carefully, and then let out a breath.

"Song He, I'm not a child anymore. I can take care of myself."

Song He's eyes dimmed, and a smile appeared on his lips. "I volunteered, okay?"

"Song He, I will get married and have children in the future, and I will have a girl I like."

"You too." The clear eyes met his without any concealment.

There were things Lu Yan and he couldn't understand, but Lu Jin'an saw them clearly. Some things were easy to understand without needing to be explained; everyone knew what was going on.

It won't hurt the friendship between the two...

Song He's hand, hanging by his side, gripped the fan handle tightly. He bit his cheek until the stinging pain of biting flesh brought him back to his senses. He didn't know what kind of feelings he had towards Lu Yan. Maybe he just thought this kid was interesting at first and wanted to see what he would become.

He raised his eyes to look at the man, calm and collected. Even if the man had noticed his thoughts before him, he remained calm and composed.

Song He lowered his head and smiled, then raised his brows, acting as he always did in his usual nonsensical way.

"You don't need to tell me. Who won't have a wife in the future? Although I'm not as handsome as you, my son Qianji is also quite good."

Lu Yankan smiled and patted his shoulder, "That's right, our Qianji Master is as handsome as Pan An, and many women fall in love with him at first sight."

After saying that, he pushed the man out the door step by step, "Alright, alright, Master Pan An, if you don't want to rest, then I do."

When he was about to close the door, Song He subconsciously blocked it with his hand. Facing the young man with clear eyes through the crack of the door, he opened his mouth.

Still smiling faintly, he said, "Xiao Jin'an, you recognized the wrong person tonight. You kept calling me... Xie Yang? That should be my name."

Song He narrowed his eyes and looked at the expression of the person in front of him.

"Like Pei Xiao, is he also your childhood playmate?"

When Lu Jinan heard this name somewhere else, he was stunned for a moment, his brows relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the person who came.

"Yes, but it's different from Pei Xiao's. My memory has been a little hazy these past few days, and I mistook you for someone else in my dream. I'm really sorry."

Song He clenched his fingers, and he knew that his intuition was correct.

"Why is it different?"

That face was right in front of him, and the way it usually smiled now seemed so annoying.

"He's a very important old friend."

……

"Rest early."