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

Chapter 83 The whole story

In the middle of the night, Saya was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt something trying to pry into his tongue.

It was wet and still steaming. He slowly opened his eyelids and suddenly saw this unfilial son holding his mouth and biting him.

He slapped him almost subconsciously, and Philbert was immediately pushed aside.

"What are you doing?!"

After all, everyone in the hall was asleep at this time, so Saya could only scold him in a low voice.

Filbert covered his face with his hands, his back facing him, and said nothing, only a faint whimper could be heard.

Saya frowned. Did he hit him too hard? But he was in human form now, so the slap shouldn't have drawn blood.

Listening to the man's sobs, a wave of irritation rose in my heart. No? Why are you crying? You're the one being a hooligan!

Still unable to bear it, he gently kicked the curled-up boy with his foot.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Before he could say a few words, his kicking foot was immediately held tightly. He was still climbing up the pole, so he had to open his inner thighs.

Saya kept kicking, but the man stuck tighter and tighter like a piece of shit plaster.

He whimpered and called out.

"Wow... Saya, I feel bad."

... (omitted by qf here)

"It's just that it's so uncomfortable here, wuwuwu..."

"What should I do, Saya? Am I terminally ill?"

Saya couldn't get up because of the burden on his lower body, so he just covered his face with his hands.

What the hell is going on!

Why bother your child during puberty?

"Stop crying and let me go."

The little golden retriever sobbed and listened to Saya's words obediently, slowly loosening his thighs.

Saya was finally able to sit up and looked at Philbert who was kneeling and sobbing.

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Don't cry, I'll teach you."

Philbert put down his hands that were rubbing his eyes. His red eyes looked like an abandoned puppy, and there were still a few tears on his face.

……

Filbert's shoulders couldn't help but tremble, his fingertips were tightly curled, and his eyes seemed to be filled with dew from the entire morning.

Sweat flowed down Philbert's forehead, and his bangs had already stuck to his rosy cheeks. His body leaned back unconsciously, and now he could only use his elbows to support the strength of his upper body.

His lips opened unconsciously, he breathed rapidly, and made uncontrollable sounds.

"Don't make any noise."

"What took you so long!"

The snow-white long hair swayed in front of Filbert's eyes. He saw sweat on the boy's back. The silk pajamas stuck to his body, outlining his figure.

Filbert's throat rolled up and down, and he clenched his fist against his mouth, biting it whenever he wanted to make a sound.

Saya asks him to be silent.

This ordeal took almost half the night. Philbert lay in bed, panting, his chest still burning. Saya returned from the bathroom after washing her hands, her arms draped limply at her sides like two noodles.

Young people are full of energy...

The two of them lay exhausted on the bed, but after a while, Saya felt something sticking to her body again.

He mercilessly kicked the man to the ground, his voice slightly cold, "Did you learn what I just did?"

"If you feel uncomfortable in the future, just do this."

Philbert agreed obediently, then rolled over from the floor to the bed and leaned next to Saya, wrapping his arms tightly around Saya's waist.

Saya wanted to kick him again, but the rebellious son hugged his legs again. The two argued to no avail, so they gave up.

He was already sleepy, and naturally his eyelids were drooping after doing such a physically strenuous task. At this moment, he no longer cared about that rebellious son, and his eyelids drooped heavily.

Filbert held the man tightly in his arms and listened to the man muttering incoherent words.

"Stop messing around and go to sleep."

The two woke up from bed at noon the next day. Saya looked at the huge human-shaped pendant on his body and pressed his temples with a headache.

He struggled to free the man's claws and kicked him under the bed.

Philbert, with messy curly hair, rubbed his butt and got up from the ground. His eyelids slowly opened, and the moment he saw Saya, his eyes immediately became bright.

"Good morning, Saya!"

Saya gritted her teeth, "That's not good, Philbert."

If this was the only incident, the next few days made Saya feel even more dizzy and gloomy.

By the time they were eating, the meat in Saya's bowl had been piled up into a hill.

"Eat, Saya, why don't you eat?"

Then he picked up another piece of meat, and the contents of the bowl were like BBK. "Your waist is too thin, you need to eat more!"

The servants serving nearby widened their eyes slightly.

Philbert continued to paddling his rice carelessly, then glanced and saw that Saya's bowl was still motionless, and tilted his head at him in confusion.

"Why aren't you eating? Is it because you took too long last night and haven't recovered yet?"

The servants all opened their mouths in unison.

So Philbert was about to hold Saya's bowl to feed him, and then he was hit hard on the head.

The man left angrily.

Philbert, left confused, squatted on the ground, holding his head. Isn't this hand quite strong...

Then the evening plot,

The thoughtful Saya had already spread the bedding on the floor. After Philbert came out of the shower, he was about to hug Saya when his face was pushed towards the floor.

"From now on, this will be your bed."

Pointing his finger in the direction of the ground, Philbert saw that his pillow and other things were all thrown down.

Philbert turned his head, tears welling in his eyes, "Saya, the ground is cold."

Saya had a blank expression on her face. "Just right, to cool down a little."

Philbert hooked Saya's clothes and said, "Saya, I want to sleep with you."

Then he was kicked down again by Saya.

Filbert: Woohoo…

late at night

There was a rustling sound coming from the bed. Philbert was tiptoeing to get into bed when the person on the bed suddenly turned towards him without warning.

When their eyes met, Philbert's eyeballs rolled around, but he just couldn't meet those eyes that were shining with cold light.

"Mo? You're in the wrong place again, haha!"

Filbert quickly retreated to his safe area, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes, and did it all in one go.

Saya rolled his eyes clearly, he knew that this boy would not be so honest.

After that, Philbert stuck to Saya all the time like a sticky candy.

The servants were no longer surprised to see their Prince Philbert squatting at the door and giving the returning Imperial Master a bear hug.

Every time, the Imperial Master would just roll his eyes, and of course sometimes he would also reward them with punches and kicks.

The day when Saya finally couldn't help herself was...

It's another early morning, and another night of being woken up by someone's gnawing.

Saya smiled and gave Philbert five seconds to explain.

"Fives"

"Saya's mouth looks really delicious."