Lin Yaying paced back and forth inside the train car, and when Wang Ailin finally woke up, it had been half an hour.
"Ms. Wang Ailin, you've finally woken up," said Lin Yaying.
She observed the Asian girl in front of her, dressed only in a white tank top and underwear, her pale thighs turned inward and her slightly red knees touching, her body covered in cold sweat.
"What are you going to... do?" Wang Ailin's voice trembled.
"You've been pretending to be asleep all this time, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand," Lin Yaying said.
"You noticed?" Wang Ailin was somewhat surprised.
"It was hard not to notice... Your breathing was rushed; that's not how someone sleeps. You look very nervous, but there's no need to be; I'm here to recruit you, not to hurt you," Lin Yaying patiently explained.
"Recruit…?" Wang Ailin was confused.
Lin Yaying glanced at the other people inside the train car and said, "Gentlemen, could you give us two ladies a moment alone, please?"