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

I took a bus for half an hour.

After getting off the bus, I walked into an old residential area.

The building is not tall, only six stories. Much of the paint on the exterior walls has peeled off, and one of the motion-activated lights in the stairwell is not working.

Lin Feng went up to the third floor, took out his keys, and opened the door.

The room was dark. He pressed a switch, and the living room fluorescent light flickered twice before turning on.

The old two-bedroom apartment has furniture that has been used for many years. The sofa cover is faded from washing, but it is kept clean.

His mother cleans the house every day when she comes home from get off work.

"Dad? Mom?"

No one answered from inside the room.

Lin Feng glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost seven o'clock. His father was at the construction site, probably still working overtime at this hour, and his mother was doing stocking at the supermarket; if it was the night shift, she wouldn't be home until nine.

Mengya should be off work by now, let's go see if she has anything to eat.

The two families live across from each other and have known each other for over ten years.

Su Mengya is three years older than him and just graduated this year. She works as an accountant at a beauty company.

Her father passed away early, and he died of a heart attack when she was in junior high school, leaving her mother, Aunt Su, to raise her alone.

Aunt Su works as a cleaner at a company, earning a little over three thousand yuan a month. After supporting her through university, she could barely make ends meet.

The two families have always been close, having known each other for over ten years, and each has a key to the other's house.

When his mother works overtime, Aunt Su will come over to help heat up the food. When Aunt Su is busy, his mother will also go over to tidy up.

When Lin Feng was a child, no one was home after school, so he would go to the neighbor's house across the street to do his homework. Su Mengya was three grades above him and could tutor him in math.

Even after I grew up, I didn't change this habit of visiting other people's homes.

Lin Feng thought he'd go over and say hello, and ask her how work was going. He'd heard last time that her company wasn't doing well and they'd been two months behind on paychecks.

He opened his own door, walked to the door across the hall, and knocked twice.

No one answered.

I knocked twice more, but there was still no response.

"Sister Mengya?"

Lin Feng called out, waited a few seconds, then took out the Su family's key from his pocket. He inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.

The Su family's house had the same layout as his, two bedrooms and a living room, but the furniture was a bit older. The living room light was on, a bag was lying on the sofa, a half-full glass of water was on the coffee table, and the TV was off.

"Sister Mengya?" Lin Feng called out again from the doorway.

No one replied.

He muttered, "Where is everyone?" The living room was empty, the kitchen was empty, and the door to Aunt Su's bedroom was open, but it was dark inside.

The door to Su Mengya's bedroom was closed, and no light was getting in through the crack.

Not in the bedroom?

Lin Feng felt a little strange, but didn't think much of it and turned to walk towards the restroom. He hadn't gone to the toilet since leaving the studio all day; he'd been holding it in the whole way.

The bathroom door was closed, but a warm yellow light shone through the crack under the door, which Lin Feng didn't notice.

Without thinking, I grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open to go inside.

The bathroom was still steamy, and a thin layer of mist covered the mirror. Su Mengya had just finished showering and was wrapped in a white bath towel, the top edge of which was tucked into her chest and the bottom just past her thighs.

Her hair was still wet, clinging to her neck. One hand was reaching to untie the knot at the top of the towel, while the other held her phone, the earphone cord dangling from her ear.

Her movements froze the moment the door was pushed open.

Raymond Lam was also frozen in time.

Su Mengya's skin was already very fair, and after taking a hot shower, the skin on her shoulders and collarbone had a light pinkish hue.

The bath towel wasn't wrapped tightly enough; it created an arc around her chest, and the fabric was a bit too taut.

Her legs were straight, her thighs were rounded, her calves had smooth lines, and a drop of water was still hanging on her ankle.

Seeing this erotic scene.

Lin Feng's mind went blank.

Su Mengya was the first to react. She hurriedly pulled the bath towel up, took off her headphones, and her face turned as red as if it could bleed.

"You brat! Why didn't you knock before you came in!"

His voice was very low, and his tone was urgent and annoyed.

Lin Feng froze at the doorway, his face burning red, his tongue stammering, "Sister Mengya! I...I called you just now! You were wearing headphones and didn't hear me!"

He hurriedly turned his head, speaking as he backed away, his hand reaching for the doorknob, just about to go out.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the direction of the living room.

Turn the key to the lock cylinder.

Both of them heard it and froze on the spot.

Su's mother's voice came from the doorway: "Xiaoya? Are you home? Why is the bathroom light on?"

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was too late to leave by then.

The sound of Su's mother's footsteps was already coming from the entrance hall towards this side.

Lin Feng didn't dare to close the door. He turned around, his heart pounding, and looked at Su Mengya. Su Mengya was also looking at him. The expressions on their faces both said the same thing.

it's over...

This is hard to explain.

"Are you in the bathroom?" Su's mother's voice was already outside the door. "Mom's going to the toilet."

Lin Feng lowered his voice and spoke very quickly: "Sister Mengya, I need to find a place to hide. If Auntie sees me, she'll beat me with a broom."

Su Mengya bit her lower lip, her eyes quickly scanning the bathroom. The bathroom wasn't big; it contained a sink, toilet, and washing machine—there was only one place to hide.

She looked at the bathtub behind the curtain.

The bathtub is the old-fashioned kind, with a beige shower curtain hanging outside, which blocks the view when drawn.

Su Mengya pulled open the shower curtain and gave him a wink.

Lin Feng didn't have time to think much. He was only wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, which he quickly took off and put aside.

He stepped into the bathtub and squatted down.

Afraid that her mother would come in and see, Su Mengya drew the curtain and then stepped in.

at the same time.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Su's mother came in.

The bathtub is a standard size, just right for one person to take a bath, but a bit crowded for two people.

Lin Feng squatted at the innermost part, his back against the tiled wall, while Su Mengya half-squatted in front of him, with almost no space between them.

The shower curtain is semi-transparent, and the warm yellow light from the bathroom shines through the curtain, turning the inside into a dim, yellowish space.

Lin Feng could see the outline of Su Mengya's profile, her wet hair plastered to her neck, and water droplets still clinging to her shoulders and collarbone.

The bath towel wasn't very big to begin with, and when she adjusted her position in the bathtub, the top edge slipped down a little, revealing a small portion of her chest.

She didn't notice, or rather, she didn't have time to notice.

Lin Feng noticed it.

Immediately turn your head to the other side, stare at the water stains on the tiled wall, and repeatedly tell yourself not to turn your head.

But the bathtub is only this big.