Wang Dadong already found out that Sister Furong had been in prison for more than half a year. Unlike other women, she never indulged herself, and so her desires were particularly intense.
Ah, poor Sister Furong, there's a lively man right in front of you, why torment the little cucumber...
Early the next morning, Wang Dadong was once again dragged out by Wu Fangqing for personal training.
First, a 20-lap morning run, followed by heavy labor tasks.
Today's task still involved hauling stones from the quarry.
After a whole day, even an ox would be skinned, let alone a person.
"Damn it, if I get the chance, I'll sleep with that woman for sure; she doesn't even treat us like humans." The inmates grumbled quietly as they did heavy physical labor.
"Move faster, didn't you eat?"
Crack, the crisp sound of a whip echoed.
Wu Fangqing struck the whip on an inmate who was walking a bit slowly.
The inmate didn't even dare to make a sound.
