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

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He looked down at Zhou Mei.

The other person leaned on his shoulder, eyes closed, breathing rapidly and shallowly, the flush on their cheeks even more intense than before, and even their neck was tinged with pink.

"Teacher Zhou, what's your home password?"

Zhou Mei's lips moved, uttering a mumbled number that was impossible to decipher.

Lin Feng asked again.

Zhou Mei's head tilted to the other side, and she became completely unresponsive.

Lin Feng looked down at the combination lock, lifted a small cover, and revealed the fingerprint recognition area.

He took Zhou Mei's right hand and tried her thumb first. The combination lock beeped, and the red light flashed. No.

I tried my index finger, but it still didn't work.

Middle finger, no.

When I switched to my left hand and pressed my thumb on the keypad, the combination lock beeped and the green light came on.

The door lock clicked open.

Lin Feng pushed open the door, fumbled for the light switch on the wall, and pressed it. The entryway light came on, casting a warm yellow glow on the neatly tidied living room.

A two-bedroom, one-living room apartment.

The living room wasn't large. Against the wall stood a beige fabric sofa, and in front of it was a glass coffee table with a closed magazine and a box of tissues on it.

There was a small TV on the TV cabinet, and next to it was a potted green ivy with vines hanging down and growing very well. The floor was light-colored wood-grain tiles, which were wiped very clean.

Raymond Lam didn't have time to look at it much.

He helped Zhou Mei through the living room and pushed open the bedroom door.

There was a double bed in the bedroom. The sheets were light gray and the blankets were neatly folded. After helping Zhou Mei to the bedside, she leaned back and sank into the mattress.

The hem of the burgundy shirt was completely pulled out from under the skirt, the collar was crooked, revealing a section of reddened skin on the side of her neck.

Her chest was still heaving violently, her breathing was rapid and heavy, and the flush on her cheeks spread all the way to her ears.

Lin Feng looked away, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I walked into the living room, stood by the coffee table for a while, and then went into the kitchen.

Condiment bottles and bowls were neatly stacked on the table, but there were no dishes piled up in the sink.

I took a disposable paper cup from the shelf, filled a glass with cold water from the water dispenser, and gulped it down in one go.

Although Zhou Mei was slim, she was parched from walking halfway down the road!

They suffered both mental and physical torment.

The water flowed down my throat, and I felt much better. I filled another cup with water and was about to head to the door with the paper cup in hand.

Zhou Mei's voice came from the bedroom.

"It's hot...so hot...it's uncomfortable...it's so uncomfortable!"

His voice was even hoarser than before, and Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

Standing in the entryway, her hand was already on the doorknob. From the bedroom came another rustling sound, and Zhou Mei's indistinct mutterings.

Should we go back and take a look?

What if something really happens?

Lin Feng withdrew his hand from the doorknob, turned around and walked back to the bedroom door. He took a deep breath, gripped the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

The scene before him stunned him instantly.

The paper cup fell from his hand, rolled on the floor, and stopped at the foot of the bed, spilling water all over the floor.

Zhou Mei lay on the bed, her burgundy shirt torn to shreds, two buttons undone at the collar, revealing her inner layer and large patches of reddened skin on her shoulders and neck. She twisted uncomfortably, the hem of her suit skirt crumpled, her legs fidgeting restlessly, and she kept muttering that she was hot.

Her skin was almost translucent white under the warm yellow light of the table lamp, and her shoulders and collarbone still had that pinkish tinge from before. With each breath, her chest rose and fell.

The other person has a slender waist and a very smooth body shape.

She was still wearing the suit dress, but the hem had been rolled up to her thighs, and her legs, covered in stockings, were crossed and rubbing against each other.

The stockings had creased into several wrinkles on the sides of her legs, giving them a thin sheen.

His hands tugged at the collar buttons haphazardly, as if trying to loosen the shirt a little more to let it breathe. His fingers fumbled awkwardly, failing to undo the buttons after several attempts, and the shirt straps slipped down his shoulders, hanging on his arms.

Lin Feng stood at the doorway, his feet seemingly nailed to the floor.

My gaze involuntarily drifted downwards for a moment, then I hurriedly looked away, my heart skipping a beat.

Zhou Mei heard the door open and turned around.

His eyes were half-open, his gaze unfocused, as if he were looking at him, or perhaps at something else entirely.

Her lips were redder than before, slightly parted, her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, and her breath was hot and wet.

"It's hot... I'm so hot..."

He withdrew his hand from the collar and then tugged at the front of his shirt. His fingers hooked the fabric and pulled it down, tearing the shirt open further and revealing more of his flushed skin.

Lin Feng suddenly came to his senses.

I squatted down to pick up the paper cup, quickly walked to the bedside table, placed the paper cup next to the lamp, and then turned to go to the bathroom.

Several towels were hanging in the bathroom. He took a white one, turned on the tap, and cold water gushed onto the towel.

I wrung out the towel until it was half dry and went back to the bedroom.

Zhou Mei had already torn the front of her shirt wide open, with the collar hanging crookedly on her arm, revealing the edge of her inner layer, which looked like it might slip down at any moment.

Lin Feng folded the ice towel into a rectangle, bent down and placed it on her forehead, trying to lower her temperature.

The moment the towel touched her skin, Zhou Mei's body trembled. She took a breath, the coolness seeping into her forehead, and her pupils regained some focus.

Blinking her eyelashes, Zhou Mei opened her eyes and looked down to see that her shirt was torn and messy, with the front open and her inner layer askew.

Lin Feng was also sitting on the edge of the bed.

Zhou Mei's eyes widened suddenly. She grabbed the blanket on the bed and pulled it towards her chest, but her arms were weak and she couldn't muster any strength. The blanket only got halfway up before it slipped down.

He barely managed to cover his chest with the blanket, then raised his right hand and waved it in Lin Feng's direction.

When her hand landed on his face, the force was light, like a caress, and then it fell limply down onto the blanket.

"Lin Feng... what do you want to do... I'm your advisor..."

The voice was squeezed out of his throat, tinged with anger, weak and powerless.

Lin Feng hurriedly stood up, turned his back as far as he could to avoid looking, and began to explain, speaking very quickly.

"Teacher Zhou, listen to me. This morning after class, I overheard Fu Yong saying..."

"Later, I saw you enter the Boston Hotel..."

"When Teacher Wu helped you out later, you couldn't even stand up straight. I pulled Teacher Wu out of the elevator and then brought you out. You took off your clothes yourself; I had just come in too."