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

Sister Hong took Lin Feng's arm and walked out of the office. The corridor was covered with a dark red carpet, and the warm light from the wall lamps cast long shadows on the walls.

She was still wearing that black long-sleeved shirt today, buttoned all the way up, with the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing her slender, fair wrists.

Lin Feng could smell the faint, almost imperceptible scent of her cool-toned perfume, mixed with the aroma of the red wine he had just drunk in the office—a refreshing yet intoxicating fragrance.

The private pool is at the end of the corridor, in a separate glass room. Pushing open the door, the air inside is quite warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the corridor outside. The pool isn't large, but its design is very sophisticated, with dark blue mosaic tiles on the bottom and warm yellow pool lights reflecting off the water's surface in delicate shimmering patterns.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city of Hehai shines brightly at night, with the lights of ships slowly moving across the river in the distance. By the pool, there are two white wicker lounge chairs and a low table, on which sit two glasses of freshly poured red wine and a plate of finely cut fruit.

Hongjie released his arm, walked to the edge of the pool, and bent down to test the water temperature. As she bent over, the hem of her shirt rose slightly, revealing a small section of her fair and delicate lower back.

She straightened up and turned to look at Lin Feng. "The water temperature is just right. Take off your coat first, I'll help you scrub your back, your work clothes are covered in dust."

Lin Feng hesitated. Although he and Sister Hong had had intimate moments, it was only a fleeting instant in the car, and afterwards they always maintained a delicate distance in their interactions.

Hongjie noticed his hesitation, reached for a towel on the shelf by the pool and draped it over her shoulder. Her tone was still cold, but her words were direct: "What's there to be afraid of, being so hesitant?"

Lin Feng took off his work clothes and tossed them onto a deck chair, standing shirtless by the pool. His physique, honed by years of yoga, was slender and well-proportioned, the contours of his chest and abdominal muscles clearly defined under the soft lighting. The scar on his left chest had faded to a light red mark, standing out starkly against his fair skin.

Hongjie's gaze lingered on the scar for a moment, then she walked over and gently touched the edge of the scar with her fingertip. Her fingers were cool, and the touch sent a slight tingling sensation through her skin.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Lin Feng replied.

Hongjie hummed in agreement, removed her fingertips from the scar, and raised her hand to unbutton her shirt. One button at a time, from top to bottom. The black long-sleeved shirt slid down her shoulders and piled on the floor tiles at her feet, revealing a black, form-fitting swimsuit underneath.

Her skin, illuminated by the pool lights, was almost translucent white, a cool white rarely seen in sunlight, as delicate as fine porcelain enamel. Her collarbones were sharply defined, her shoulders rounded and soft, her waist slender, and a smooth, inward curve ran from her chest to her hips, making her legs appear even longer and straighter. Standing in the warm yellow light, her skin glowed with a gentle light, her features so beautiful it was impossible to look away.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over her waist, finally settling on her eyes. He recalled her previous self-deprecating remark that she had a "husband-killing" face. Hong Jie did not avoid his gaze, her expression calm.

She bent down, picked up a bottle of shower gel from the low table, squeezed some into her palm, lathered it up, and then walked behind Lin Feng. She placed her palm on his back and gently rubbed it down from his shoulder blades.

The foam slowly slid down his back, and although her fingers were cool, the pressure was just right as she gently massaged his stiff trapezius muscles.

The foam trickled down her spine, and her hand followed, moving from her shoulder blades to her lumbar spine, then sliding down to her side. As her fingertips brushed against the side of her ribs, Lin Feng could feel her fingertips tighten slightly.

"Your shoulders are covered in lumps," Sister Hong's voice came from behind, hazy and misty. "You must be exhausted from running around like this these past few days?"

"It's okay, my arms are a little sore." Lin Feng closed his eyes, enjoying the cool touch on his back.

Her fingers massaged back and forth on the muscles along his spine, the foam growing denser and denser until it covered his entire back. Then, her palms circled around his waist and gently pressed against his chest, the foam sliding down his skin. Her body leaned gently against him from behind, the warm touch transmitted through the foam, soft and light.

Lin Feng could feel that her breathing was a little more rapid than before, and her warm breath brushed against the back of his neck, carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

Her fingertips traced circles on his chest, and her fingertips inadvertently brushed against a sensitive spot, causing Lin Feng's abdominal muscles to tighten involuntarily for a moment.

Hongjie noticed his reaction, gently brushed her lips against his back, then released him and took a half step back. "Alright, take a rinse in the water." Her voice returned to its usual cool tone, but a very faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Lin Feng turned to look at her: "And you?"

"I can do it myself." Sister Hong squeezed some more shower gel into her palm and bent down to apply it to her body. Her movements were natural and unhurried, without the slightest hesitation.

A thin layer of foam covered her fair skin, making her figure appear and disappear among the bubbles, rippling with soft curves as she moved. Lin Feng's gaze fell on her collarbone, and then followed it down, feeling that every line of her body was extremely well-maintained, smooth and firm, making it impossible to tell that she was over thirty years old.

Hongjie noticed his gaze, and the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile again: "Have you looked enough? Do you want me to wipe my back?" As she spoke, she turned around, presenting her back to him with complete trust.

Lin Feng took the shower gel, squeezed some into his palm, lathered it up, and gently applied it to her back. Her skin was as smooth as fine silk, and there was almost no resistance when his palm touched it. His hand slowly pushed down from her shoulder blades, following the shallow groove of her spine all the way to her lower back.

Her back was narrow, and the outline of her shoulder blades was faintly visible under her skin. Her waist was incredibly slender. From behind, the waistline was only about two palm widths wide where it tapered in, before gently sloping down to form a rounded and soft curve at the hips.

Her body trembled slightly under his palm. Lin Feng's fingers continued to move down, and when they passed the dimple on her lower back, he gently pressed the indentation with his fingertips.

"It hasn't been flushed yet." Sister Hong's voice was slightly hoarse.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand.

The two entered the pool one after the other. The warm water reached their waists, then their chests. Sister Hong simply sank into the water, her long, black hair spreading out on the surface, the ends floating gently, a few strands clinging to her collarbone and shoulders.

She surfaced, tilted her head back, gathered her long hair, and let the water droplets slide down her face, down her neck, past her collarbone, and then disappear back into the water. She swam to the pool wall, leaned against the edge, rested her arms on the edge, and gazed at the twinkling lights on the river outside the window.

Amidst the shimmering water, her figure appeared and disappeared, gently swaying with the ripples, outlining a soft silhouette.

Lin Feng swam to her side and leaned against the pool wall. The two sat side by side, neither of them speaking. The only sounds in the pool were the soft hum of the water pump and the occasional splash of water.

After soaking for a while, Sister Hong suddenly turned to face Lin Feng. She reached out and gently touched the scar on his left chest with her fingertips, water droplets dripping from her fingertips onto his skin.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days." Her voice was soft, carried away by the steam.

Lin Feng grasped her wrist and gently pulled her into his arms. The two pressed tightly together in the water, their warm skin touching through the film of water, the soft and light sensation exceptionally clear.

Ripples gently swayed around them. Her leg accidentally brushed against his leg underwater. Lin Feng lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The slight astringency of red wine lingered on my lips and teeth, mixed with a faint aroma, becoming even more intoxicating in the steam.