The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Lin Feng turned around.

Ye Qinghan had already hung her soaked vest and sweatpants on the clothes rack, and squatted on the other side of the fire, only peeking out to look at Lin Feng.

The firelight flickered on Ye Qinghan's face. Ye Qinghan's hair was wet, sticking to her forehead and neck, and there were still traces of blood from the wound on her forehead on her face.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and thunder was rumbling outside.

There were some drafts in the cave, so it wasn't a completely sealed space. Lin Feng could feel cold air blowing in from a crack in the cave wall, hitting his bare back and instantly raising goosebumps.

Ye Qinghan felt it too, sneezed once, then a second and a third. She rubbed her nose and said in a muffled voice that she was too old to stand the cold.

Lin Feng added a few more dry firewood to the fire to make it burn even brighter.

After some time, the rain seemed to have lessened a bit, and my clothes were almost dry.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside.

A gruff voice shouted, "Have you checked this area?" Another voice replied, "We searched the stream ahead, but didn't find it. Let's check further up the mountain."

The sound was very close, near the pebble beach where Lin Feng and his group had just climbed ashore.

Ye Qinghan reacted faster than Lin Feng.

He quickly tore the clothes off the clothes rack and pressed them under his body, then rushed to the fire and grabbed a handful of dirt to cover the flames.

Lin Feng also realized what was happening and grabbed some soil he had prepared on the cave wall to extinguish the fire. The flames struggled for a few moments before going out, plunging the cave into complete darkness.

The two held their breath, and Lin Feng walked to the cave entrance and looked out through the gaps in the bushes.

As the lightning flashed, Lin Feng saw several blurry figures moving on the opposite hillside, their flashlight beams sweeping across the rain.

The beam of light swept towards the cave entrance, but only saw bushes. When Lin Feng was gathering firewood, he had cleverly concealed the cave entrance.

The other party did not stop.

Several minutes passed before the voices and footsteps gradually faded away.

The cave fell silent again, with only the sound of rain and the suppressed breathing of the two people.

Ye Qinghan whispered that the fire couldn't be lit anymore, as those people might still be searching nearby. Lin Feng hummed in agreement, leaning against the cave wall, his still-dry skin breaking out in goosebumps from the cold wind.

Ye Qinghan's ankle started hurting again. She gritted her teeth and didn't groan, but her breathing became noticeably rapid.

Raymond Lam said, "Let me see your feet."

He pulled a lighter from his pocket and struck it a few times before it lit. The faint light illuminated Ye Qinghan's left foot, revealing a large swelling on the outside of her ankle, with a faint bluish-purple tinge beneath the skin.

Ye Qinghan gasped in pain as her fingers gently pressed on the swollen area; the skin was hot, but her toes curled up in pain.

He touched the edge of the bone and said it shouldn't be a fracture, but rather a sprained tendon with damage to the soft tissue inside.

Gently massage around the swelling with your thumb, using very light and slow pressure. Start from the ligaments on the outside of the ankle, massaging clockwise a few times and then counterclockwise a few times.

Ye Qinghan hissed in pain, but did not pull her foot away.

After massaging for a while, Ye Qinghan suddenly said, "Your technique is quite professional."

Lin Feng said he learned it from practicing yoga; yoga instructors all need to learn human anatomy and basic physical therapy. Ye Qinghan didn't reply, but just looked at Lin Feng's profile illuminated by the firelight.

After a while, Ye Qinghan's ankle gradually relaxed under Lin Feng's finger massage. Although the swelling did not go down, the tight and throbbing pain was relieved a lot.

He loosened his grip and used the lighter to inspect the cave walls again, finding a leaky crack. There was a narrow fissure near the top of the cave, from which the cold air was blowing in.

They tried to fill the crack but to no avail, so they moved the dry soil and gravel on the ground to the bottom of the crack and piled up a small mound. They also moved the remaining firewood to the other side of the cave wall.

She switched places with Ye Qinghan, letting Ye Qinghan lie down in the sheltered corner they had just tidied up, while she sat in the direction the wind was blowing, shielding Ye Qinghan from the wind.

A cold wind blew against Lin Feng's bare back, and Lin Feng couldn't help but sneeze.

Then came the second and the third.

Ye Qinghan looked at Lin Feng, who was hunched over and blocking the way, and her lips moved before she spoke, saying, "Little Lin, come here. Don't be stubborn. Auntie will keep you warmer if she holds you."

Lin Feng waved his hand and said it was okay, it wasn't cold anymore.

Ye Qinghan's voice carried a hint of command as she said, "What's there to be afraid of, being so hesitant? There are no outsiders here. What will you do tomorrow if you catch a cold and get a fever?"

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, but finally moved over. Instead of turning to face Ye Qinghan, he turned his back to Ye Qinghan, his back pressed against the other's chest, his body slightly curled up like a shrimp.

A few minutes later, Ye Qinghan reached out from behind and wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng dared not move; every muscle in his body was tense. He could feel the fabric against his back, pressed gently against his skin with each breath.

Ye Qinghan's breathing was steady, but Lin Feng could feel that Ye Qinghan's heartbeat was a little faster than normal.

Her fingers gently intertwined on Lin Feng's chest, her thumb resting on his collarbone.

Both of them remained silent, and the air in the cave changed from cold and damp to a subtle warmth.

After spending some time together, Ye Qinghan figured out Lin Feng's personality. He was an honest young man with a pure heart, which is why she would hug him.

I don't know how much time passed.

Ye Qinghan broke the silence, saying that today's events were definitely someone's deliberate revenge, as the anti-drug operation a few days ago had affected too many people's interests.

Lin Feng forcibly pulled his attention away from the two soft mounds on his back and asked, "Aunt Ye, who do you think leaked the news?"

Ye Qinghan was silent for a while and then said that someone in the bureau must have leaked the information. This trip to Qingyuan was a last-minute decision, and the only people who knew that Ye Qinghan was leaving tonight were people in the bureau.

There are too many targets, making it difficult to eliminate them all at once.

The fact that the other side was able to ambush large trucks on the road in advance indicates that there is a mole within the bureau.

Lin Feng then analyzed that although Zuo Ning's side had several venues shut down, no substantial evidence had been found against Zuo Ning himself. However, it was probably not him. Recently, the other party was too busy to have any energy to plant an informant in the bureau.

Ye Qinghan thought for a while.

Leaning against the cave wall, he half-closed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping on Lin Feng's collarbone. Then he said to stay here for now, the other side would probably think that Lin Feng and the others were either dead or had run far away, and they would find a way out of the mountains after dawn tomorrow.

Without a cell phone or any communication equipment, and with my ankle twisted, I can only wait until dawn to get a clearer view of the terrain.

The patter of rain outside subsided, and the thunder gradually faded away. Inside the cave, there was no firelight or sound, only the overlapping breaths of two people.

Ye Qinghan's arms were still wrapped around Lin Feng's chest, her warm and soft body pressed against Lin Feng's back, her breathing becoming more and more even.

Lin Feng could feel Ye Qinghan's body becoming more and more relaxed. Her chest, which was pressed against Lin Feng's back, rose and fell evenly with her breathing. Her fingers also slowly loosened and stopped moving on Lin Feng's collarbone.

Ye Qinghan fell asleep.

Lin Feng lay in the darkness with his eyes open.

The sensation of those two full mounds on his back never faded; with each breath, they gently brushed against Lin Feng's skin.

Lin Feng told himself that it was because Ye Qinghan hadn't had contact with the opposite sex for too long, and today she had experienced a life-or-death situation. In extreme environments, people instinctively seek a sense of security, and there was no other meaning behind it.

But Lin Feng's body didn't think so; it kept going against him. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths to force himself to relax.

Lin Feng tossed and turned for a long time, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Ye Qinghan tightened her arms slightly, pressing her body even closer to Lin Feng's back. She buried her face in the back of Lin Feng's neck, her breath warm and even against his skin.

The other person was sleeping soundly, occasionally letting out a muffled murmur, the words of which were unintelligible.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, listening to the sound of rain outside and Ye Qinghan's steady breathing, and finally fell asleep at some point.