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

The house wasn't big, just two bedrooms and a living room, but it was kept very clean and tidy. On the coffee table in the living room was a bouquet of freshly changed white hydrangeas, and a neatly folded blanket was draped over the sofa.

"Please sit down first, I'll go cook." Luo Ruoxi kicked off her high heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen on the wooden floor.

The sleeves of the silk shirt were rolled up to the elbows, and a light gray apron was tied with the straps in a bow at the back of the waist.

When she bent down to take groceries out of the refrigerator, her hips, encased in a pencil skirt, rippled with a rounded curve against the back of her thighs, and her flesh-colored stockings gleamed faintly under the kitchen light.

Lin Feng leaned against the kitchen door frame and looked at her.

Her knife skills were very proficient; she cut the potato shreds into thin and even pieces, and her knife skills were much better than his. Don't be fooled by her previous image as a gold digger; she has worked her way up step by step and is not a woman who can't do anything.

Turn on the gas stove and pour in the oil. Once the oil is hot, add the garlic slices. With a sizzle, the aroma fills the air.

Luo Ruoxi was very focused when she cooked.

Three dishes and a soup are served (please order whatever you'd like to eat).

Luo Ruoxi took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. The label on the bottle was in French. She said it was a gift from a member, but she hadn't found a suitable opportunity to open it.

I used a corkscrew to unscrew the cork and poured half a glass for each of us. The red wine was smooth on the palate, not astringent, and had a slightly sweet aftertaste.

After dinner, Lin Feng helped her wash the dishes, and the two sat on the sofa in the living room.

The hydrangeas on the coffee table glowed a pale pinkish-white under the lamplight, and night had already fallen outside the window.

Luo Ruoxi leaned against the sofa armrest, holding a wine glass, her legs curled up and pressed under her body. The hem of her bodycon skirt was pulled up, revealing a small patch of skin covered by stockings on the middle of her thighs.

Her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush from the alcohol, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears.

"Boss Lin! When are you going to get me a bigger house?" She swirled the red wine in her glass, turned her head to look at Lin Feng, and spoke in a softer voice than usual.

"I'll take you to pick one out after I'm done with this busy period."

Luo Ruoxi placed the wine glass on the coffee table, slowly crawled over from the other end of the sofa, and placed her hands on the back of the sofa on either side of Lin Feng.

The scent of red wine wafted from her lips, mingling with her faint perfume. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to his.

"I was just kidding! I don't want a big house. You've already given me so much." Her fingers gently circled the back of Lin Feng's neck. "My mom said that when you peeled an orange for her at the affiliated hospital last time, she knew you were a really good person. My dad is undergoing reformation in there, and if he behaves well, he'll be out in a few months. All those things that used to weigh on me are gone now. The clubhouse has been renovated, my mom's condition has stabilized, and when I visited my dad last time, he was also undergoing reformation. I've never felt so hopeful about life."

Her eyes were a little red as she spoke, and there were damp marks on her eyelashes, but the corners of her mouth were curved.

"Today I'm ready to give myself to you. Not because you bought me a house, or because you helped my mother. It's because I want to." Her voice was full of no hesitation.

Then she stood up from Lin Feng's lap, reached out and took his hand, pulling him up from the sofa.

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

The bedroom wasn't big, and the sheets were newly changed; they were light gray pure cotton and had a faint lavender scent from the residual laundry detergent.

On the bedside table sat a small, warm yellow lamp and a fashion magazine that was half-open.

He placed Luo Ruoxi on the bed, lowered his head to kiss her, and slipped his hand under the hem of her silk shirt, moving it upwards along her smooth abdomen.

Luo Ruoxi has a very good body proportion.

Her skin was smooth and delicate, gleaming with a subtle glow under the warm yellow lamplight. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she stared at Lin Feng with anticipation.

…(The usual place)…

When Luo Ruoxi woke up, Lin Feng had been leaning against the headboard looking at his phone for a while.

She lifted her face from the pillow, her hair disheveled and spread over her shoulders, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes from the night before.

She blinked, saw that Lin Feng was replying to Kui Zi's message, then buried her face in his waist again and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

"What time is it?" Her voice was muffled, hoarse from just waking up.

"It's almost nine o'clock. Aren't you going to the club today?"

"Let's go this afternoon. I want to linger a little longer this morning." Luo Ruoxi rubbed her face against him, then looked up at him.

Even after removing her makeup, her skin was still very fair, and the fine lines around her eyes, in the morning light, actually made her look more mature and charming.

"You were too strong last night... My legs are still weak. I knew you had strong core strength when I taught you at the club and saw you doing those difficult poses, but I didn't expect you to be this strong in other areas as well."

Lin Feng placed his phone on the bedside table, his fingers running through her hair that fell down her back. "You're not bad either. I witnessed the flexibility of a yoga instructor last night."

Luo Ruoxi smiled, rolled over him, picked up the hair tie from the bedside table, and tied her hair into a loose bun with both hands behind her head.

The blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing the fair skin below her collarbone and the deep cleavage on her chest...

After tying her hair up, she leaned back into his arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers.

"Lin Feng, I want to tell you something." Her tone suddenly became serious, her fingers pausing on his chest. "I have enough now. The club is renovated, my mother's condition has stabilized, and if my father behaves well during his rehabilitation, he'll be out in a few months."

"I plan to rent out the shops on the first floor of that building. The rent will cover my mother's medical expenses and there will be some left over. As for the 500,000 yuan you gave me, I haven't touched a penny of it and it's in the bank. In case the club's business doesn't go well in the future, that money will be my and my mother's safety net."

At this point, Luo Ruoxi looked up at him, her eyes open and honest. "I used to want so many things. I wanted money, security, a home where debt collectors wouldn't bang on the door. Then you gave me everything. I realized that what I really wanted wasn't those things themselves. What I wanted was you. When you're not here, I sleep in this bed alone, and it always feels empty. So I don't ask you to come every day, nor do I ask you to be good to only me. You have many people around you... maybe others too. But as long as you think of me occasionally, and come over for a visit, I'll be content."