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

Ye Qinghan paused slightly before slowly relaxing, lowering her head to reveal the fair skin on the back of her neck.

Her nape was beautiful; the ends of her hair were damp and clung to her skin, the outline of her cervical spine faintly visible beneath.

"Xiao Lin, I've actually been wanting to see you these past few days. But I'm also afraid to see you." Ye Qinghan's voice came from the front, muffled.

Lin Feng's fingers paused for a moment on the back of her neck. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of being seen." Ye Qinghan's fingers traced another ripple on the water's surface. "Lately, for some reason, I've had a bad feeling. Every time we meet, I'm very careful, looking for a secluded place, but no matter how careful I am, I'm still afraid something might happen. But when I don't see you, I feel uneasy. This back-and-forth feeling is quite unpleasant."

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "Qianqian... she knows we haven't seen each other much lately, and she asked me how Aunt Ye is doing."

Ye Qinghan's fingers stopped. She turned her head to look at him. "What did you say?"

"I told Aunt Ye that she's been busy with work lately, and I'll treat her to a meal when she's done."

Ye Qinghan remained silent.

She turned her head back to lean against the edge of the pool, closing her eyes. After a long while, she spoke, her voice much softer than before. "Xiao Lin, do you think what we've done is unfair to Shen Qianqian? Although I've known you longer than she has, I still feel uncomfortable every time I think about it."

Lin Feng's fingers continued to massage the back of her neck. He had thought about this too. But he didn't know how to handle matters of the heart, so he could only follow his instincts. "Aunt Ye, I don't know either..."

Ye Qinghan opened her eyes, lifted her head from the edge of the pool, and turned to face him. The neckline of her dark green swimsuit swayed on the water's surface, and her two full breasts swayed beneath the water.

Her face flushed red from the steam of the hot spring, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes, glistening.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." She lifted her hand out of the water and gently touched Lin Feng's chin with her fingers. "You have a small cut on your chin, how did you get that?"

"I was moving goods at the logistics company this morning when I got scratched by the packing straps."

Ye Qinghan gently brushed her thumb across the tiny wound on his chin. Then, instead of withdrawing her hand, she slowly moved it to his cheek and cupped his face.

Lin Feng didn't flinch, but he could feel her fingers trembling slightly. Then he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was light and slow; Ye Qinghan's lips carried the warmth of the hot spring water and a faint minty scent of lip balm.

With her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her tongue slipped between his lips, touching his. She raised her other hand from the water and placed it on his shoulder, her fingers slightly curled, her nails leaving a few shallow crescent-shaped marks on the skin of his shoulder.

Lin Feng moved his hand away from the back of her neck and slowly slid it down her spine. His palm pressed against the smooth skin of her back, his fingertips tracing the shallow grooves of her spine, all the way down to her waist.

Then his fingers found the edge of the swimsuit's strapless top and climbed the mountain he had been thinking about for a long time.

It hangs heavily in the water, in the steam of the hot spring, without much effort.

It would just overflow slightly, and the skin was so smooth that you couldn't feel any friction. Ye Qinghan let out a very soft, muffled groan from her throat.

Ye Qinghan moved her lips away from his mouth and kissed him down his jawline, reaching his Adam's apple, where her tongue lightly touched it.

Lin Feng took a breath...

Ye Qinghan leaned back slightly, her back against the pool wall, her chest thrust forward. (Mo)

The green swimsuit's strapless top was pushed up above her chest by the buoyancy of the water and Lin Feng's movements, exposing her two full breasts almost completely beneath the surface. She bit her lower lip, her eyes closed, and water droplets on her eyelashes trembled slightly with her body.

Her fingers gripped Lin Feng's back, leaving faint red marks on his skin with her nails.

They kissed again.

Ye Qinghan's tongue intertwined with his, and their initial tentative movements transformed into complete immersion.

A hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his head, its fingers running through his hair.

Lin Feng's fingers moved away from her chest and slid down her side. His fingers passed over her flat stomach, along the contours of her hip bones, and finally touched the edge of her swim trunks.

Gently stroking the skin on the inside of her thigh underwater, he could feel the muscles in her legs tensing and relaxing slightly under his touch.

Ye Qinghan's breathing became heavier and heavier.

She pulled her lips away from his, rested her forehead on his chin, and gasped for breath. Her breath fell on Lin Feng's chest, warm and ticklish.

Her body swayed slightly in the water, and her hand moved from Lin Feng's back to his chest.

"Xiaolin, not here. What if someone comes in—" Her voice was hoarse and suppressed.

Lin Feng's fingers stopped.

Looking down at her cheeks, flushed from the steam, and her slightly parted lips, he nodded.

Ye Qinghan stepped out of his embrace, leaned against the pool wall, and gathered her loose hair behind her head with her hand.

Her chest was still heaving violently. She had pulled the strapless top of her dark green swimsuit back into place, but the edges of the fabric were still crooked and could not cover the two full breasts in front of her.

Just then, the service bell at the door of the private room rang.

Ye Qinghan frowned slightly.

She turned her head to look towards the door and lowered her voice, saying, "I didn't book any services. This bell is supposed to be answered by us." Her expression quickly shifted from her previous infatuation to her usual alertness and composure. "I don't want anyone else to see. Only you can see my body. If he just came to the wrong place, let him leave."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and sank into the hot spring water, leaving only her hair floating on the surface.

Holding onto the handrail on the pool wall, with my body pressed tightly against the inside of the pool wall, from the outside, it was impossible to see that there was a person hiding underwater.

The bamboo curtain was pushed open.

A man in a white waiter's uniform pushed a small food cart in. He was probably around forty years old, not very tall, and had an unnatural professional smile on his face.

His small eyes scanned the surroundings, from the poolside lounge chair to the coffee table, from the coffee table to the hot spring pool, and then his gaze settled on the surface of the pool.

Only Raymond Lam was leaning against the pool wall, his arms resting on the edge, looking very relaxed. Steam rose from the water, obscuring what was underneath.

"Hello sir, excuse me. I'm here to deliver your food. Would you and your companion like your dishes served now? We have a fresh sashimi platter and sake." His voice carried a hint of deliberate ingratiation as he spoke, taking two steps toward the hot spring pool.

Lin Feng felt Ye Qinghan's hand gently touch his calf underwater. Then the hand moved up his calf, and the fingertips gently drew circles on the inside of his thigh.

His abdominal muscles tightened involuntarily, but his facial expression remained unchanged.

"Go on in half an hour. It's not necessary now."

The waiter nodded, but didn't leave immediately. His small eyes glanced at the pool again, as if searching for something.

He saw the women's bath towel draped over the poolside and the women's cardigan on the lounge chair. Then his eyes scanned the water again, but he still couldn't find what he was looking for.

Ye Qinghan's fingers continued to move upwards underwater. Her fingertips gently hooked the edge, then slowly pulled it down a little, and continued downwards.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his fingers tightening slightly on the edge of the pool.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Feng's voice was a little lower than before, and it even trembled slightly.