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

When Lin Feng woke up, his first sensation was that he was holding something in his hand.

I pinched it again, still half-asleep.

Then he realized what it was.

His eyes snapped open.

A faint morning light was already filtering into the cave, shining through the gaps in the bushes at the entrance and illuminating the cave walls.

Looking down, he saw that his right hand had slipped inside Ye Qinghan's underwear.

Ye Qinghan's face was right in front of him, her eyes closed, her breathing even. Her arms were still wrapped around his waist, and her legs were somehow draped over his, their bodies pressed tightly together.

His lips were slightly parted; he was fast asleep.

Lin Feng pulled his hand back as if he'd been burned. His heart pounded, his ears burned, and only one thought crossed his mind—it's all over, it's all over. If Aunt Ye wakes up and sees his hand in that place, he'll be in deep trouble.

Holding her breath, she slowly and gradually pulled her body out of Ye Qinghan's embrace.

He moved very gently, afraid of waking her. When he sat up from the straw mat, he glanced back; Ye Qinghan still had her eyes closed, her breathing steady, seemingly undisturbed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and pushed aside the bushes that were blocking the view.

The sky outside was overcast, with low-hanging gray-white clouds and a light drizzle.

Not far in front of the cave is the mountain stream from yesterday. After a night of torrential rain, the water has become much more rapid, and the muddy water carrying mud, sand and dead branches is rushing downstream.

The opposite hillside was quiet; those people from last night had vanished without a trace.

Lin Feng stood at the cave entrance for a while, letting the cold wind wake him up. The weight of that soft flesh that he had held in his palm seemed to still linger between his fingertips.

I looked down at my right hand, then clenched it and then relaxed it, mentally berating myself several times—

Aunt Ye trusts him so much, why are her hands so restless when she's asleep?

Ye Qinghan had actually woken up long ago.

He woke up even earlier than Raymond Lam.

When she woke up, she found herself being held tightly from behind by Lin Feng. The young man's strong chest was pressed against her back, one arm was around her waist, and the other hand was holding her full left breast.

It wasn't through the clothes; it went straight in through the edge of the bra.

But my body's first reaction wasn't to push the other person away, but to freeze. My mind went blank for a few seconds, and then all sorts of thoughts rushed in like a tide.

Logically, she should have been angry, taken his hand away, sat up, and slapped him. But she didn't move. She didn't know why she didn't move.

Perhaps it's been too long since I've been hugged like this.

Since Shen Qianqian's father passed away, half of her bed has been empty.

For more than a decade, she has faced everything alone.

I've really gotten used to it, and I thought I didn't need it anymore.

But at this moment, being hugged from behind by a young man, with his hands enveloping her chest, her body spoke louder than her reason.

With her eyes closed and breathing evenly, her mind was in turmoil. The other person was her daughter's boyfriend!

Ye Qinghan slowly opened her eyes after he turned around. Seeing Lin Feng's back standing at the cave entrance, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, quietly pulling her underwear back into place.

She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Ye Qinghan, what are you thinking? You're old enough to be his mother."

He turned over to face the cave wall, waiting for the heat on his face to subside.

When Lin Feng returned to the cave, Ye Qinghan had already sat up. She used her hands to cover the flush on the side of her face with her hair, using this action to hide her panic. Her expression had returned to its usual capable and calm state, but her heart was still pounding.

Lin Feng squatted down to examine her ankle, gently pressing his fingers on the swollen area.

When her fingers touched her skin, Ye Qinghan felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her, noticing that Lin Feng's movements were particularly careful and gentle.

A corner of my heart was touched; this young man had been taking care of her since yesterday.

She had seen too many people show her respect and obedience, but that was all because of the director's hat on her head.

This kind of selfless concern is the rarest thing for someone like her.

Lin Feng frowned and let go of her hand, saying that he definitely couldn't walk today and told her to wait here while he went outside to find some firewood and food.

Ye Qinghan nodded and watched Lin Feng bend down and crawl out of the cave. Lin Feng was busy in the rain outside the cave.

Ye Qinghan leaned against the cave wall, and through the gaps in the bushes, he could see him squatting by the stream, throwing stones at fish.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he was soaked to the bone, but he didn't seem impatient at all. When he hit a fish, he picked it up and shook it towards the entrance of the cave, as if he were reporting good news to her.

Ye Qinghan couldn't help but smile.

After returning to the cave, Lin Feng relit the fire and used wet mud to seal the cracks in the cave ceiling, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.

Then he squatted at the entrance of the cave and scraped fish scales with a stone shard. He was very serious when he did this, and he didn't even realize that his face was covered in mud.

Watching him do these things, Ye Qinghan felt a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time.

The last time I had this feeling was when Qianqian's father was still alive. Whenever something happened, he would say, "Don't be afraid, I'll handle it."

After he left, everything fell on her shoulders, and sometimes she felt really exhausted.

Over the years, she has had suitors; some have introduced her to divorced old classmates, and some city leaders have also given her hints.

But she refused them all, partly because she was afraid of affecting Qianqian's growth, and partly because she couldn't get over it herself. So she endured it all by herself for more than ten years.

But now, looking at this young man, so much younger than her, earnestly turning over the grilled fish by the fire, her heart beat a little faster than usual.

Lin Feng tore off the best pieces of fish and placed them on the stone slab, handing them to her. When Ye Qinghan took them, her fingers touched Lin Feng's fingers, and both of them flinched.

She was eating fish, and the fish meat was very tender and fresh. Although no salt was added, it tasted better than any fish she had ever eaten in any high-end restaurant.

Raymond Lam was also eating a fish head.

Ye Qinghan's heart softened as she watched him eat only the fish head and tail. She knew that he had saved the best parts of the fish for her; this man had been giving her the best from yesterday until now.

Having spent so many years in officialdom, she had seen too many people with snobbish eyes, but Lin Feng was the complete opposite.

Such qualities are rare in a young person. She found that her feelings for Lin Feng were gradually accumulating, from initial gratitude to appreciation, and now there was an added layer of excitement that she was reluctant to admit.

Lin Feng collected rainwater from outside using stones and heated it next to the fire. Once the water was warm, he brought it to her to drink.

As Ye Qinghan took the water, she looked at his hair, which was wet from the rain, and a thought popped into her mind.

If Lin Feng weren't Qianqian's classmate, perhaps she really would have fallen for him. But the thought was quickly suppressed; she told herself not to let her mind wander—he was her daughter's classmate.

The two chatted by the fire for a long time. Ye Qinghan noticed that Lin Feng was very tactful in his conversation, saying what he should say and not asking too many questions, but he also answered her questions honestly.

This frankness increased Ye Qinghan's liking for him even more.

Later, she asked Raymond Lam if he had dated any girls at school, and then asked if they had... you know.

It was just a casual question, but Lin Feng nodded directly and said he had. Ye Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "You're quite honest."

When asked how long he could last, Lin Feng scratched the back of his head and said a little over an hour.

Ye Qinghan looked at him and said, "Seriously, kid, don't brag to your auntie." Lin Feng shook his head seriously and said, "Seriously, I'm not bragging."

Ye Qinghan's gaze lingered on his face.

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