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

After enjoying himself, Lin Feng leaned against the low cabinet next to the cushions, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and took a few sips.

Shangguan Jinghong was still lying on the soft cushion, with only a thin blanket draped over her. The red marks on her knees were particularly noticeable against her pale skin, but she didn't even frown.

She slowly sat up, wrapped a thin blanket around herself, and raised her hand to gather her disheveled black hair.

Her breathing had returned to normal, and the expression on her face had changed from the previous confusion to her usual indifferent calm, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

When I stood up, my legs wobbled slightly. After I stood up, I stretched my waist, then walked over to him, picked up another bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and turned my head to look at him.

"Were all those women you dated scared away by your fierceness?" Her tone was slightly teasing, but her eyes were serious.

Lin Feng was drinking water when he heard this and almost choked. He wiped his mouth with a towel and didn't say anything.

Shangguan Jinghong placed the water bottle on the low cabinet and turned to face him. The thin blanket slipped down her shoulders.

She didn't pull the blanket over herself, but took half a step forward and looked up into his eyes.

"My body has always been different from others. I don't grow body hair, and my skin can't be exposed to the sun. I used to think it was a flaw, and that it would make anyone feel strange when I was with them. But... just now, you seemed to really like it." She raised her hand and squeezed the knuckles of his fingers, her tone still cold, but the pressure from her hand was very light.

Her thumb slowly traced circles on the back of his hand. "From now on, I'm your woman. Dragon Scale's affairs, your affairs, will be our affairs from now on."

Lin Feng put the towel he was holding on the table, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Her body was cold, so I pulled the thin blanket up to wrap around her shoulders, pressed my lips to her forehead, and could feel the faint pulse beating under her skin.

"Let's work hard together from now on."

Shangguan Jinghong buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes. Her fingers gripped the hem of his T-shirt very lightly.

Lin Feng picked her up and carried her to the shower room next to the rest area.

As the hot water poured down on his head, she pressed herself against him from behind, her arms around his waist and her face against his back.

"Come find me anytime you want something. I will never refuse you, no matter when."

Lin Feng leaned against the tiled wall, panting heavily, watching her retreating figure wrapped in a bath towel as she walked out of the shower. He thought to himself that this woman was indeed extraordinary.

The two changed their clothes and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

The buffet restaurant at Baijinhai was not crowded in the morning, with only a few nightclub staff members eating quietly in a corner.

Shangguan Jinghong sat opposite Lin Feng, slowly drinking a bowl of white porridge, with several light side dishes in front of him.

She changed back into her signature black long-sleeved shirt, buttoning it all the way up, and tied her hair back with a black hair tie. Her face returned to its usual cold expression.

But Lin Feng noticed that when she occasionally looked up at him, the corners of her eyes would curve slightly, a curve that had never appeared before.

Halfway through the meal, Lin Feng suddenly remembered something and stopped peeling the egg.

Yesterday at noon, when I left school, I promised Zhou Mei that I would go to her place that evening. Later, I went to the billiard hall, then to the club, and had dinner with He Qianwen. After returning to Baijinhai, I spent the whole night with Shangguan Jinghong, completely forgetting about this matter.

Zhou Mei picked up her phone and scrolled through the call history. She didn't urge him or send any messages on WeChat.

He put down his chopsticks, walked to the corridor outside the restaurant, and dialed Zhou Mei's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered. Zhou Mei's voice came through the receiver, sounding normal, even with a hint of amusement.

"Was something that kept you up last night? I guessed you must have a lot to take care of after you came out, so I didn't rush you. Come over for lunch, the groceries I bought yesterday are still in the fridge, they'll go bad if we don't eat them soon."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng stood in the corridor for a while. He had to admit that Zhou Mei was the most worry-free of all these women.

She never asked for anything, and even when he forgot to keep their appointment, she would just smile and say it was okay. But this kind of understanding only made him feel more guilty.

He went to Zhou Mei's house at noon.

The doorbell rang once and the door opened, as if she had been standing behind the door waiting all along. Zhou Mei was wearing a white t-shirt and light gray cotton shorts, her hair was casually tied back with a hair tie, a few stray strands of hair clung to her neck, and the ends of her hair were still damp from a recent shower.

Her makeup was completely removed, and she only had a layer of clear lip balm on her lips. She looked several years younger than when she was in school.

When Raymond Lam entered, he first apologized, saying that something came up last night and he had forgotten to tell her in advance.

Zhou Mei shook her head and pressed him down into a chair next to the dining table. The dishes that were served were still steaming hot.

Braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, tomato and egg drop soup, and a plate of cola chicken wings that looked much better than before.

Lin Feng looked at the plate of chicken wings and remembered the burnt chicken wings she made when he ate at her house last time. He picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The taste had indeed improved a lot.

"I've been practicing cooking at home a lot lately. I was thinking that if you suddenly come over someday, I can't keep letting you eat burnt food." Zhou Mei sat opposite him, stirring the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, a smile playing on her lips.

After dinner, when Zhou Mei went to wash the dishes, Lin Feng walked up behind her and reached out to hug her waist from behind.

He placed the last bowl on the drainer, wiped his hands, turned around, and tiptoed to kiss it. The kiss was very gentle.

Her lips carried the lingering lemon scent of dish soap, and her tongue lightly touched Lin Feng's upper lip before retreating.

He reached out and pinched the muscles on Lin Feng's side, saying, "You seem to have gotten quite muscular lately."

Lin Feng picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the bed. Zhou Mei's hair was spread out on the pillow, and her lips were slightly parted.

Lin Feng had to admit that Zhou Mei's physical strength was not as good as Shangguan Jing's. When she came out of the bedroom, she leaned against him, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers, saying that she had to go to a meeting at school in the afternoon, and if she continued like this, she wouldn't even be able to walk.

As Lin Feng watched her walk into the bathroom to take a shower, supporting herself against the wall, a thought suddenly occurred to him: there were indeed too many women around him.

Shangguan Jinghong, with his exceptionally strong resilience, was fine, but Zhou Mei and Su Mengya, who were of average physical strength, couldn't withstand even a little exertion from him.

I need to manage my time better in the future, otherwise I'll be exhausted just dealing with all these women.