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

Night, quiet.

Filbert felt something rushing into his bed.

I rubbed my eyes with my hands, lifted my heavy eyelids, and saw a piece of white through the crack.

Oh, Saya.

Her body subconsciously hugged it in her arms, and Saya felt the warmth in his arms without resisting.

It was not until a while later that Philbert opened his eyes in horror. His eyes were wide open and he didn't look sleepy at all.

Saya?!!!

In an instant, Philbert's temperature was as high as alcohol, and there was no light in the room, so no one saw the boy's flushed face.

Saya's eyelids were still closed without any movement, but she felt the heat source in the quilt disappear, and her brows frowned slightly.

He stretched out his claws, but couldn't catch anyone.

Then a bare arm appeared across Philbert's chest, and Philbert, who was pulled back suddenly, had horror in his eyes.

Philbert, who was being used as a human pillow, was now forehead to forehead with the man, and the tips of their noses were barely touching.

Philbert didn't even dare to breathe at this time. He wanted to gain some distance because his heart was about to explode.

The warm palm patted his face gently, "Stop making trouble and be good..."

Philbert was stunned for a moment, then he really lay down obediently on the boy's left side, motionless.

In the hazy night, the boy's breath was warm on his face. They were very close, almost just a few centimeters away from kissing.

The boy casually pressed his long snow-white hair like a waterfall under his body. His hair fluttered on his face, like fishing, making not only his face itchy, but also his heart itchy.

so beautiful.

Philbert really couldn't think of any other words to describe Saya at this moment.

Perhaps when people are in extreme shock, their brains will short-circuit.

But it’s really beautiful.

His gaze moved from his brow bone to his black eyelashes, and he even thought the small mole under his eye was so beautiful. Under his high nose bridge were light pink lips, and his gaze lingered on that spot for a long time, not moving away.

He felt as if something was surging inside his body, his face was very hot, as if blood could drip out, his head was dizzy, and he wanted to lick the taste of that person's mouth.

At the critical moment, the person beside him immediately changed back to his familiar appearance. Filbert's eyes gradually focused and he finally came to his senses.

But his mind seemed to have been captured by the mermaid just now. Philbert stared at Saya's fox face for a long time, and then, just like when he was a child, he nudged his chin with the tip of his nose.

Then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, groups of birds chirped on the branches.

Philbert only felt that he was being tossed to and fro, his brows were full of fatigue, and his eyelids were drooping lazily.

The curtains on the bay window have been drawn, and the morning sun gently illuminates the entire room.

In front of him was the "Siren" kneeling on him, grabbing his arm and looking for something.

He covered his chest where he was hugging Saya, thinking that he was still dreaming.

Hmm...? Where's Saya?

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the person was still sitting on him. His body reacted immediately. He kicked his legs hard and stood up straight.

"Morning. Good morning!"

The sudden increase in the volume scared away the flock of birds watching the excitement by the window.

Saya was also startled by his action, and her nose wrinkled.

"Good morning."

"You're full of energy so early in the morning!"

So Saya got up from Filbert's body and said, "It seems that you are fine. I am relieved."

Philbert, with a light powder on his face, tilted his head and looked at Saya in confusion.

"I've been overusing my spiritual energy recently, and my condition is a little unstable. I'm checking to see if I accidentally hurt you last night."

Saya supported himself on his knees and tried to stand up, but accidentally rubbed against something.

The two of them looked at the same location. At this time, Philbert had already decided where to dig a hole and bury himself.

Saya looked at the little boy, whose whole body was almost red and smoking, with an amused smile in her eyes.

He controlled the smile on his face and calmed himself down, "Do you want to... go to the bathroom to deal with it?"

Philbert gritted his teeth and ran to the bathroom. The sound of the door closing almost shook the ground.

Saya shook her head, with an indescribable smile in her eyes.

It seems that children become shy as they grow up.