But after doing it, I wondered, if she spread the matter, would I be punished by the superiors?

She asked me, "Why don't you talk?"

I looked at her, but she seemed to see through what I was thinking and said, "Are you afraid that I will tell others?"

I frowned, what a smart woman.

She said, "Do you think I will tell others? I still want it in the future."

Her appearance began to become slutty again.

Did this woman get caught? I said, "Why are you so sexy? You're so beautiful."

She laughed and asked me, "Who will the woman dress up for?"

I was stunned. Of course, women dress up for men, but in prison, who do they dress up for?

She continued, "No matter how beautiful I am in prison, no man appreciates you, no man sees you, no man, no matter how beautiful I am, what's the use? After so many years, I thought I was withered, but I didn't expect that I could still do it with men today."

I said, "Why are you talking so rudely?"

She said, "Is that true, you don't like it, right?"

I don't speak.

She pointed to the water cup at the head of the bed and said, "Can you bring it to me?"

I took the water cup and gave it to her. She bent up and took a few sips, then lay back.

I was wondering if she was caught and why she was so sexy. I asked her, "What bad thing did you do? I was locked up."

She smiled at me and said, "What's your business?"

She looked cold and so arrogant.

Only then did I realize that I shouldn't ask her this question. For every prisoner, asking them what crime they committed was to uncover their scars and sprinkle salt.

I was a little anxious and said, "I'll go to the bathroom, you won't run away, right?"

She looked at the ceiling with empty eyes and asked me back, "Where do you think I can escape?"

I searched at the end of the corridor for a long time but couldn't find the bathroom. I asked a nurse on duty sitting in the duty room. The nurse said that there was on the end.

Come here in the opposite direction.

Walking back, I reached the end, outside the escape door, I heard a woman screaming inside the stairs.

What's going on with this sound? I walked to the escape door and put my ear on it. Someone was doing that in the corridor.

The escape door was not closed properly. The sound came from the crack of the open door. I looked in secret, but saw the male doctor who had wiped the blood off my body before, hugging the female prison guard who had given me sick clothes.

I don't know if they had a long time ago or if they were just right.

This woman came here to fight in the field, and the other one who spoke for three hours was probably going to find a man.

After peeking for a while, footsteps sounded behind me. I hurried into the bathroom, afraid that the female prisoner would have any changes, so I went back to the ward. If the female prisoner ran away, this was not a minor problem of punishment.

The beautiful female prisoner saw me coming in and asked, "Are you a male discipline?"

I said, "I'm a psychological counselor who just came."

She laughed, and the flowers shook.

I asked her, "What's so funny."

She said, "Can I be happy?"

I said, "What are you happy with?"

She said, "Be my boyfriend, I'll give you money."

I was happy, but said, "You think beautifully."
Chapter completed!