I'm the City Lord of the Last Days (MTL Novel)

Chapter 22

Song Xingcheng subconsciously hid the binoculars on the bedside table before asking He Qianshan to come in.

Song Xingcheng cast a puzzled look at He Qianshan who walked into her bedroom, isn't she about to act soon, and looking for him in private at this time, is there any important task to be given to him alone?

However, He Qianshan shook the sports tape and bandage in his hand, and explained:

"These days you suddenly shoot a lot, which will bring a lot of burden to the body. I found sports bandages and adhesive tapes from the supplies I brought back yesterday. I will help you tie the bandages and adhesive tapes, which will play a good role. Cushioning, pain relief as well."

Hearing this, Song Xingcheng moved her right shoulder and arm subconsciously. It was indeed heavy and stiff, and she still felt a faint pain. Although not to the extent of severe pain, it is of course good to be able to relieve some.

Song Xingcheng was deeply moved and readily agreed. He knew that the supplies he brought back yesterday were only cleared out in large categories and quantities, and some scattered small items were still in the process of clearing up. He guessed that He Qianshan might use the rest time to search for them by himself. The bandage came out, otherwise it wouldn't be taken out now.

Ah, Second Brother He is such a good man, blow it up!

It wasn't until He Qianshan signaled Song Xingcheng to take off the clothes on his body that Song Xingcheng broke away from the emotion and fell into embarrassment. After quickly taking off his shirt, he turned to face the wall, closed his eyes, and repeated silently in his heart: the relationship between them But the purest brotherhood! Brotherhood! The Second Young Master of the He family is not something he can imagine, so stop thinking about it!

Song Xingcheng's skin is inherited from her mother, it is very white, tender and smooth, plus she doesn't have the habit of exercising daily, her flesh is fluffy and soft, one can tell at a glance that she is a delicate young master who has never suffered, except around the right shoulder.

Even with the effects of sleep recovery and energy beads, Song Xingcheng still had large bruises from his right chest to his right shoulder and the upper part of his right arm, which was very unsightly.

He Qianshan couldn't help frowning, feeling a little distressed. Fortunately, he found a way to relieve it, otherwise Young Master Song would suffer a lot if he continued.

"It's time for you to exercise more. There is a hot spring pool on the roof. You can take a bubble bath when you come back at night, and then I will dissolve your bruises with medicinal wine."

He Qianshan's voice was low and his hands kept moving. He put sports tape on Song Xingcheng according to a specific shape, and tied a bandage to help him cushion the impact of using the gun as much as possible.

"I realized that I have already started exercising, and today I asked Han Qinmin about the exercise method, so as to

Will stick to it later. "

Song Xingcheng, who bowed his head shyly, justified himself in a low voice. The body is the capital of survival in the last days. Even if he was not interested in exercising his body before, he would not dare to be negligent and lazy in this regard after the last days.