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

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As Lin Feng helped Zhou Mei out of the hotel, the evening breeze rushed towards them, and Zhou Mei pressed herself against him, her entire weight resting on his arm.

Her knees buckled every few steps on the marble floor in her high heels, and Lin Feng practically carried her forward in his arms.

After exiting the revolving door, the lights at the entrance dimmed slightly. Lin Feng glanced to his left and right, then quickly walked towards the taxi parked by the roadside.

He opened the back door and helped Zhou Mei inside. She slumped into the seat, her hair falling over her face, muttering something under her breath.

Lin Feng followed him inside and closed the car door.

"Master, shall we go?"

Where to go? Lin Feng was a little stunned. Going home was definitely out of the question. How about going to a hotel?

But he didn't have his ID card with him!

The driver glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering for a second on Zhou Mei's flushed cheeks. His lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Feng saw Fu Yongwei jogging out of the hotel lobby.

He turned his head left and right, glancing a few times towards the parking lot, then looking towards the roadside.

As his gaze swept over the taxi, Lin Feng lowered his head and turned his body slightly toward Zhou Mei, blocking the view outside the car window.

"Master, let's go straight ahead!"

The driver stepped on the gas, and the taxi drove out of the hotel and merged into the traffic on the main road.

The entrance to the Boston Grand Hotel grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, and disappeared completely after turning a traffic light.

Only then did Lin Feng sit up straight and let out a long breath.

If Fu Yongwei finds out that he was the one who took Teacher Zhou away, he probably won't be able to graduate.

Zhou Mei leaned on his shoulder, burying her face between his neck and shoulder. Her breath was hot and rapid, washing over his skin in waves, and the collar of his T-shirt was already damp with her breath.

Her hand moved up from his chest, her fingers weak and limp, resting on his shoulder before sliding down to his arm.

Her hand unconsciously gripped his arm, her fingers tightening and loosening, as if searching for something to hold onto.

Holy crap! What's going on?!

Lin Feng froze for a moment.

"Teacher Zhou." He reached out and patted her arm.

Zhou Mei did not react.

She rubbed her face against his shoulder, her nose brushed against the side of his neck, and her lips grazed his skin.

Lin Feng felt a tingling sensation travel from his neck all the way to the back of his head.

"Teacher Zhou," he called again, this time a little louder, and patted her cheek.

Zhou Mei's skin was already fair, but now it had an unnatural pinkish tinge.

Lin Feng rolled down the car window halfway.

The September evening breeze blew in through the window, brushing against Zhou Mei's face and blowing her bangs up.

Zhou Mei's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes a crack.

His brown pupils were veiled with a layer of mist, and his gaze remained unfocused for a while before slowly refocusing on Lin Feng's face.

"Lin...Lin Feng?"

He frowned, as if trying to make out who the person in front of him was.

"What are you doing here...?"

Seeing that she had finally regained some consciousness, Lin Feng quickly asked, "Teacher Zhou, where do you... live? I'll take you home."

Zhou Mei blinked, her eyelids drooping heavily, as if they might close again at any moment.

His lips moved, but his voice was broken and intermittent.

"Zhonghai City...Area A...Building 14...Room 502..."

She would pause after saying a few words, and after saying the last word, she would close her eyes again, lean her head heavily back on Lin Feng's shoulder, and start muttering some unintelligible words again.

Lin Feng repeated the address to the driver.

The driver responded, turned on the turn signal, and the car turned onto a side road.

Zhou Mei leaned on his shoulder, her body swaying slightly with the car's bumps. Her burgundy shirt was completely disheveled from the earlier tug-of-war, the collar slightly open, revealing her fair skin at her collarbone, which had a pale pink hue. Strands of hair fell around her neck, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Lin Feng's gaze involuntarily slid down for a moment before he immediately looked back.

She's your advisor!

How could you... do this?

Lin Feng suddenly raised his head, trying his best not to look down.

The Great Compassion Mantra. The Great Compassion Mantra. The Great Compassion Mantra.

He silently recited the mantra a few times, but then realized he couldn't remember the words at all.

I switched to a calming mantra, but I still couldn't remember the full text. In the end, only one voice remained in my mind, repeating over and over.

Don't lower your head, don't lower your head, don't lower your head.

Zhou Mei nuzzled against his shoulder again, this time her nose touching his neck, her warm breath filling his collar.

Her hand came up again, this time resting on his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his T-shirt and squeezing it into a ball.

Lin Feng felt his heart pounding so hard it was about to jump out of his throat.

He rolled the car window down a little more to let more air in. The wind felt cool on his face, but the side of Zhou Mei's body pressed against him was still burning hot.

Fortunately, the destination wasn't far.

The taxi turned into the entrance of the Zhonghai City residential complex and stopped at the gate. Lin Feng took out his phone and scanned the payment code: twenty yuan.

He held Zhou Mei with one hand and reached for the car door with the other.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his eyes holding something only men could understand, and a slight smile played on his lips.

Lin Feng pretended not to see it.

They helped Zhou Mei out of the car, but her knees buckled again when her feet touched the ground, and she fell forward.

Lin Feng quickly put his arm around her waist and put her arm around his shoulder. After the car door closed behind them, the taxi drove away.

At the entrance of Block A of Zhonghai City stands a security booth, and the security guard inside is looking down at his mobile phone.

Lin Feng took the access card from the beige handbag hanging on Zhou Mei's shoulder, swiped it on the sensor, and the gate opened.

Building No. 14 is located towards the back of the residential complex.

Lin Feng helped Zhou Mei walk along the road in the residential area. Zhou Mei's high heels wobbled on the cement road, and she tripped every few steps.

The lights in the elevator were very bright.

Lin Feng leaned against the elevator wall, and Zhou Mei leaned against him. The elevator went up floor by floor, the numbers ticking very slowly.

The elevator doors opened on the fifth floor.

Lin Feng helped Zhou Mei to the door of room 502, and then he was dumbfounded.

Why is it a combination lock?