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

Lin Feng pressed his chest against hers, and the weight of the two of them caused the mattress to sag.

Zhou Mei's body trembled slightly beneath him, her soaked lace lingerie clinging to her chest, the cool water stains mingling with the body heat of the two of them.

Through the thin, soaked lace, it was almost as if it were directly pressed against his skin.

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Zhou Mei raised her head and pressed her lips to his.

Lin Feng's mind went blank for a moment.

Her lips were burning hot, tasted water, and pressed against his lips haphazardly.

It wasn't a kiss, it was just a simple pressing of lips against his, an eager, clumsy grinding of the lips against his.

Her lips are very soft.

Beneath the soaked lace lingerie, his pressure caused the full, soft flesh to sink in slightly. The lace fabric felt slippery, like a thin film of water in his palm.

Zhou Mei let out a coquettish hum from her throat.

The moan was soft and sticky, and her body twisted under his palm, her chest pressing against his hand.

Then the arms around his neck tightened, and the other hand reached up from behind, running fingers through his hair and pressing his head down.

Her lips pressed against his again, this time not just staying still, but rubbing against his lips haphazardly.

Neither of them had any dating experience, so they had absolutely no dating skills.

Lin Feng felt his rationality gradually fading away...

His hand was still pressed against Zhou Mei's chest, the full, soft contours beneath his palm, the damp lace fabric conveying the warmth of her skin.

Her legs rubbed against his, her thighs, covered in wet stockings, pressed against him and rubbed back and forth.

Lin Feng's finger twitched.

It's not a pushing motion.

Instead, it's about gathering together.

Five fingers sank into that soft, full mound, the lace lingerie crumpling in their palms.

Zhou Mei tilted her head back, her lips parted from his, and she let out a long, soft moan.

His neck stretched into a long, slender arc, and the groan from his throat was drawn out.

With his other hand, Lin Feng found the hook on his bra behind his back. He didn't know how he unhooked it, but after groping around with his fingers for a few moments, the hook popped open.

The soaking wet lace lingerie slipped off her shoulders and was ripped off by him and thrown onto the floor beside the bed.

Without the constraints of a bra, her full breasts were completely exposed to the air.

Her skin was so white it was almost translucent under the warm yellow lamplight, and it had a moist sheen after being soaked in water.

When Lin Feng's hand grasped it, that soft, full mound overflowed from between his fingers.

Zhou Mei's body tensed up suddenly, her back arched, she lifted off the bed, and then fell back down.

It emitted a different kind of groan, as if it had finally found the antidote.

The two kissed again.

Neither of them had any experience kissing. Their teeth clashed together, their lips rubbed against each other, and their tongues, unsure of where to go, awkwardly entangled.

Zhou Mei bit his lower lip, but Lin Feng gasped as his teeth sank in.

Lin Feng's hands kneaded her chest, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. With each pull of his fingers, Zhou Mei would let out a muffled groan, which was then muffled into an indistinct sob by his lips.

Zhou Mei's eyes were half-open, her brown pupils burned into a bottomless darkness by drugs and desire.

But at the very bottom of the darkness, a sliver of clarity still clung to life amidst the heatwave.

Zhou Mei could clearly feel Lin Feng's hands kneading her chest, and the heat wave inside her body, which had finally found an outlet, was surging out wildly.

Her body was responding, her chest pressed against his palm, her legs wrapped around his, and her lips chasing his.

But that sliver of clarity remains.

Body language does not reflect one's true thoughts. Zhou Mei, a woman with a very conservative mindset, has now become like this.

This was somewhat difficult for her to accept.

A tear slid down her cheek.

The liquid flowed down her temples and into her hair, shining with a thin gleam under the lamplight.

Lin Feng, panting heavily, moved his lips away from the corner of her mouth and kissed down her jawline. When he reached the side of her neck, he caught a glimpse of a tear stain at the corner of her eye.

He was completely stunned.

He loosened his fingers from her chest, placed his palms on the mattress, and lifted himself up a little.

Looking down at Zhou Mei's face, and the line of tears that hadn't yet dried at the corner of her eye.

At that moment, the fire of desire within me was extinguished!

He raised his right hand and slapped himself hard.

A red handprint immediately appeared on her cheek, running from her cheekbone all the way down to her chin.

My ears are ringing.

Teacher Zhou was drugged, which is why she is like this; she never wanted to be like this.

So how is his current behavior any different from Fu Yongwei's? How is it any different from Wang Qingchen's?

Lin Feng was also blinded by desire, but fortunately he came to his senses now and hurriedly rolled off Zhou Mei and stood by the bed.

Pull the blanket over her and cover her with it.

The summer blanket is very thin, covering the entire body from the neck to the ankles, leaving only the face exposed.

Zhou Mei turned her face away, tears still flowing, silently sliding from the corner of her eye into her hair.

"Teacher Zhou, I'm sorry. I...I..."

His voice was dry and hoarse.

He turned and walked towards the bedroom door, his hand just touching the doorknob.

"Raymond Lam".

The voice coming from behind was very soft.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Feng's hand remained on the doorknob; he did not turn around.

Zhou Mei pulled the blanket up to her chin, revealing only half of her face. The tears had stopped flowing, but water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, glistening under the light.

Looking at Lin Feng's back, I felt a mix of emotions.

He didn't do it on purpose.

I snatched her from Ms. Wu's arms in the elevator, she fell to the bathroom floor and bruised her elbow, I carried her to the bed, and then there was everything else—

Raymond Lam is just a young man.

Faced with such temptation, how many men could resist? He stopped at the last moment and even slapped himself, which proves that the other person wasn't inherently bad.

Zhou Mei slowly loosened her grip on the blanket.

"I feel terrible..." a muffled voice came from under the covers. "Don't leave yet."

After saying that, she buried her face in the blanket, pulled the blanket over her head, and curled up into a ball.

Lin Feng stood at the door, his hand sliding down from the doorknob. He looked at the quilt curled up in a ball on the bed.

I walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

The mattress sagged from where he sat.

The bedroom was quiet.

I sat there for a few minutes, maybe longer.

Suddenly the blanket moved.

Zhou Mei sat up from under the covers, the blanket slipping off her shoulders. The other person had already put on their underwear and reached out to hug Lin Feng's neck.

She pressed herself against him, clinging to him like an octopus, her chest pressed against his.

The two of them fell back onto the bed.

His breath hit his skin in waves.

"Kiss me." Her voice was forced out of her throat, with a desperate sense of shame. "Kiss me now."

Lin Feng lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

This time is different from the last one.

Not so hasty, not so clumsy.

Zhou Mei let out a soft hum, her lips slightly parted, letting him in.

When their tongues touched, their bodies trembled slightly. After kissing for a while, Zhou Mei grabbed his right hand.

Master Zhou's skin was as smooth as satin, and his figure was naturally impeccable. The other party tilted his head back.

About ten minutes later.

Zhou Mei's body suddenly tensed up.

His back arched off the bed, his neck snapped back, his lips parted, and his fingers gripped his hair tightly.

Then she went limp.

Her arms slid down from Lin Feng's neck and landed on either side of the pillow, her fingers slightly curled and still trembling gently.

His rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

She fell asleep quickly.

Lin Feng collapsed beside her, panting heavily, sweat rolling down his forehead.

I lay there for a while until my breathing calmed down, then tried to pull my arm out from under me.

Zhou Mei tightened her grip on his arm.

Even in her sleep, she clung tightly to his arm, her breath falling evenly onto his skin.

Lin Feng tried twice but failed to pull it out, so he had to give up!