Sanyou Youcai's heartbeat pounded like a drum, her footsteps light and hurried, as though she were trying to shake off the embarrassment and shyness trailing behind her.
She pressed her hand gently against her chest, attempting to calm her emotions in this way.
She practically ran, finally reaching the restroom door, pushed it open, and darted into the cramped space.
The cubicles were far from spacious, with paint peeling off the walls to reveal the cold metallic undercoat.
The light was dim, and the air was filled with the stench of disinfectant and smelly feet, starkly contrasting with the oppressive atmosphere of the train.
Sanyou Youcai leaned against the door, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down.
She hadn't noticed that her beautiful legs had already aroused some unsavory thoughts in certain individuals.
A few men, with sleazy smiles plastered on their faces, followed Sanyou Youcai step by step to the entrance of the ladies' restroom.
