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

At this point, she looked up at Lin Feng, a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

"You know, for the past few years I've been looking for a way to truly relax. Not just finding a place to vent—those superficial methods only make me more agitated. It's a way to completely let down my guard and release all the pressure I've accumulated. And then that day at the club, when you did my glute activation for the first time, the moment your palm pressed down, I felt all the tense nerves in my body relax a little. That long-lost feeling of exhilaration came back, and it was incredibly intense."

The first time Raymond Lam performed a deep muscle relaxation, he used ordinary physical therapy techniques, but his precision immediately hit her muscles that had been stiff for years. When the soreness dissipated, she got goosebumps all over.

After I got home that day, I thought about it all night, imagining myself unconsciously following his force on the yoga mat. I felt a little embarrassed, but I also really needed that kind of release.

Later, she tried to find reasons to get him to increase the intensity of her training time and time again.

She felt that only he could accurately find the point where her muscles exerted force and control the force just right so as not to hurt her.

Lin Feng remained silent for a while after listening.

He picked up his glass and took a sip, the aftertaste of the liquor slowly spreading in his mouth. Looking at Yang Ru, his cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, but his eyes were more honest than usual.

He told Sister Yang, "Everyone has their own way of dealing with stress. As long as your method doesn't hurt others or yourself, there's no problem."

Yang Ru looked at him.

I originally thought Lin Feng would show a surprised or disgusted expression, after all, this habit of preferring to release high-intensity power is somewhat outrageous in the eyes of ordinary people.

But he didn't; he just accepted it normally.

This calm acceptance worked better for her than any comfort. She raised her glass to Lin Feng, clinked it against his, said thank you, and then downed the rest of her drink in one gulp.

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Lin Feng carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen and turned on the tap to wash them. Yang Ru leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him with her arms crossed. The hem of her light gray loungewear had been pulled up slightly by her arms, revealing a small section of skin on her waist. She was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Lin Feng, you're the first person who's heard me say all this and doesn't find me strange."

Lin Feng placed the washed dishes on the drainer, dried his hands with a towel, and turned to look at her. "Everyone has their own rhythm. You didn't hurt anyone, so what's the problem?"

Yang Ru looked at him, and the curve of her lips changed from a slight bend to a distinct arc.

She lowered her arms from her chest and walked to the dark blue yoga mat that had already been laid out in the center of the living room. "Since we're here, let's do a set. I've been under a lot of work pressure lately, it's been a long time since I've had such a good workout." She said as she walked towards the bedroom, glancing back at Lin Feng at the doorway. "Wait for me to change."

Lin Feng stood beside the yoga mat waiting. A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened.

When Yang Ru came out, Lin Feng's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her.

He changed into a yoga outfit he had never seen before. The top was a dark purple sports vest with a neatly cut neckline. The vest was a cropped style with a tight fit at the waist, creating a smooth inward curve from the ribs to the hips.

What truly caught Lin Feng's eye was her lower body.

I wore a pair of black professional yoga shorts, not the usual tight-fitting capri pants, but a shorter style more suitable for glute training, with the hem just hitting the lower edge of my glutes.

The high-elastic fabric clings tightly to the body's lines, clearly outlining the contours of the buttocks honed through long-term training. A full arc unfolds from the waistline downwards, with a slight bulge at the peak of the buttocks, and the outline of the gluteus maximus is clearly visible under the fabric.

The thighs are fully exposed, with straight and symmetrical muscle lines. It's the kind of firmness that can only be achieved through long-term targeted training, not just being thin.

Yang Ru walked to the center of the mat and stood facing the mirror. Lin Feng stood on the mat next to her and began to lead her in warm-up exercises.

Starting with the cat-cow pose, her pelvic tilt became much more precise than before.

Next came Warrior II, Side Angle Pose, and Triangle Pose; each pose was executed perfectly.

The black shorts encased her buttocks, which alternately tightened and relaxed during squats and twists. The outline of her gluteus maximus was clearly visible under the elastic fabric as she exerted force, and then softened as she relaxed.

After warming up, Yang Ru rolled over and lay face down on the bath towel. She crossed her arms under her chin, raised her hips slightly, and assumed a standard back kick ready position.

The full, rounded buttocks encased in black shorts were right under Lin Feng's nose. The outline of the gluteus maximus stretched out from below the waist, with the buttocks slightly raised and the buttock line forming a textbook-perfect arc when viewed from the side.

She turned her head to look at Lin Feng, her voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"Teacher Lin, don't hold back today. Just go with the same intensity as before."

Lin Feng knelt down beside her and placed his palm on her buttocks.

The black stretch shorts were made of very thin fabric, and the feel of the muscles and the vibrations of their exertion were almost directly transmitted to his palms.

"Give it your all, hold on."

After completing about thirty sets of sparring drills, Lin Feng stopped. Yang Ru lay on a bath towel, panting heavily, her back covered in sweat, and stray hairs clinging to her temples.

Her cheeks flushed red from her cheekbones to her ears, and her lips were a shade redder than usual. She turned over and sat on the cushion, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the waistband of her black shorts, pulling it up to fix the slipping hem back in place.

The stretchy fabric clung to her body again along her waistline, outlining her more defined muscle lines.

She rolled over and lay face down on the towel again, raising her hips to the standard exertion height, and turned her face to look at Lin Feng.

"This way, the force is applied more smoothly, and the fabric won't get stuck and affect the effect."