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

Then Lu Jinan insisted on carrying him to the hospital for a check-up regardless of anything, making Lu Kuangye blush in public.

"Hey hey hey hey! My leg isn't injured! I can just go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine for this minor injury. There's no need to go to the hospital."

After Lu Jinan reacted, he gently placed the man on a chair by the roadside and instructed him with a serious face to roll up his trouser legs.

Lu Kuangye lazily leaned back on the chair with both hands, allowing him to examine him casually. His eyes passed over his delicate eyebrows and drooping eyelashes. It was obvious that he had ignored him at the beginning and had even been ignoring him.

And then he changed his ways after being scolded by his mother in his dream?

To be honest, Lu Kuangye didn't believe it.

But the man's nervousness and fear just now were not fake. He could feel that he was really afraid that something might happen to him. This made Lu Kuangye feel complicated now, because he was a little unsure of his attitude towards him.

Lu Jinan stood up after the examination and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were only some minor bruises and scrapes.

But he sighed again. It felt like raising this child was more troublesome than raising little Philbert.

I have to pick up Xiaocheng in a few days, and I don’t know how chaotic it will be if these two people are in the same room.

Lu Kuangye watched him stand up, thinking that he would ignore him after knowing that he was fine. He didn't know when his hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Looking into his eyes, her knuckles unconsciously tightened. She lowered her head and touched her nose sheepishly, her words hesitant. "Actually, my ankle seems to be a little twisted."

He lowered his eyes, not knowing the expression of the person in front of him, but the fingertips that were pulling at the corner of the person's clothes slowly and imperceptibly retracted towards him.

Hearing a sigh, Lu Kuangye saw the man turn his back to him, then squat down and bend over.

"Come up."

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he immediately leaned over, holding his neck to absorb his warmth. As the corners of his eyes turned up, a sly curve appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The night wind blew through the hair of both of them. His black hair, as soft as silk, was now obediently hooked by Lu Kuangye's fingertips and slid down again.

"I never asked my uncle if I secretly sprayed perfume on myself, otherwise why does it smell so good every time?"

Lu Jinan felt an itch on the back of his neck from the man's nose rubbing against him, so he reached out and slapped him on the arm as a warning.

Lu Kuangye's shoulders were noticeably straightened for a moment, he bit his lower lip, and his ears and neck were the same color.

"Don't rub my neck, it's itchy there."

Lu Kuangye's chest seemed to be boiling with rage, his teeth gnashing against his lower lip. He tangled his five fingers into his black hair, then grabbed it, fixed his eyes on the exposed part of his fair, slender neck, and bit down.

Lu Jinan almost couldn't control himself and threw him to the ground, cursing, "Lu Kuangye, are you a dog?"

The delicate skin on the back of his neck instantly turned red. Lu Kuangye touched the tip of his tongue against the blood remaining on his teeth. The smell of his blood was like poppy, making his blood tremble and excited uncontrollably.

His heart felt like it was burning, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the back of the neck that was white and tinged with red.

It looks like the finest mutton-fat jade dyed with rouge, which makes people love it and want to play with it.

The hot breath fell on his ear, and the warm lips touched his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally like a small hook, "Didn't anyone tell my uncle that you can't hit a man's arm casually?"

Lu Jinan bit his cheek, suppressing his body's natural reaction to being aroused, and a long, hoarse chuckle escaped from his throat.

"What a little brat."

Lu Kuangye understood the hidden meaning in his words and played with his hair with his fingers, but the viciousness in his eyes could not be concealed.

Through the thin fabric, he pressed his fingertips on the groove of the man's back and rubbed it all the way down.

Lu Jinan panicked and let go of Lu Kuangye's hands without caring whether he had sprained his foot, but Lu Kuangye had already anticipated his action.

The moment he let go, two long legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and then one of the arms hooked around his neck as a support point for the upper body.

Lu Jinan shook the "sloth" on his body from side to side, which he couldn't fall off, and laughed out of anger.

"If you have the guts, just keep going home like this."

Lu Kuangye raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, and his other hand came up from below and circled his neck together with that hand.

"Then let's make a bet. If I can make it back home in this position without falling down, I win!"

Lu Jinan's right eyelid twitched, and with one precise hand he grabbed the ear of the person behind him and pulled him out, "What's the bargaining chip?"

Lu Kuangye couldn't let go, but he was so pulled that he wanted to bite him. "As for the chips, I'll tell you when I win."

Things are different now than they were in the past. How can Lu Kuangye, whose limbs are restrained, compare with Lu Jinan, whose hands are free?

He felt the legs that had begun to tremble at his waist, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Then how about this? If you win, you decide. If I win, I decide. How about that?"

Lu Kuangye tightened his arms and raised his chin, with a bit of arrogance that showed he was determined to win.

"Okay, who can't have fun?"

Lu Jinan's eyes flashed, and a hint of deep meaning appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"So……"

"Games start."