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

Xiao Wei pushed open the door and stepped aside.

A woman walked in from behind her.

He Qianwen had already changed into her yoga clothes: a dark purple short-sleeved shirt and capri pants made of highly elastic fabric that clung tightly to her body.

When the other person walked in, Lin Feng's eyes immediately fell on her chest.

The short-sleeved shirt has a rounded neckline that is stretched full, and the fabric creates fine horizontal folds at the fullest part of the chest. The gaps between the buttons are slightly open.

With each breath she took, the fabric of her short-sleeved shirt rippled slightly.

The deep purple, high-elastic fabric clung tightly to her body, clearly outlining every curve of her upper body.

Her face was a classic oval shape, with a pointed chin, slightly protruding cheekbones, and a high, straight nose.

Their individual features are flawless, but when put together, they always seem a bit unnatural, as if they were measured and reassembled.

It's highly likely she's had cosmetic surgery.

Her lips were painted with a light pink lipstick, and the corners of her mouth had a very slight curve.

She wasn't very tall, probably around 1.65 meters, but she had a classic hourglass figure. Her yoga pants were very tight around her thighs and buttocks, and her waist was narrow. From the side, the curve from her chest to her waist to her hips was quite exaggerated.

Lin Feng quickly looked away from her chest and nodded. "Hello, Ms. He, I'm Lin Feng, your personal yoga instructor."

He Qianwen looked at him, her gaze slowly moving down his face until it reached his ankles. Then, the faint smile on her lips widened slightly.

"Teacher Lin," she smiled at him, "let's begin."

Xiaowei closed the door.

The door clicked shut, leaving only the two of them in the yoga room.

He Qianwen walked to the mat, bent down to take off her shoes, and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor.

When she bent over, the neckline of her dark purple short-sleeved shirt drooped down, and the fabric at her chest was pulled even tighter by gravity, making her two full breasts almost squeeze out of the neckline.

Lin Feng walked over to her and stood side by side on the cushion, facing the huge floor-length mirror.

The reflections of the two people in the mirror were clearly visible.

The other person stood to his right, their dark purple yoga clothes clinging tightly to their body, making the two full breasts on their chests even more prominent in the mirror. From the side, the curves from their chest to their waist to their hips undulated exaggeratedly.

"Sister He, let's warm up first. Follow my movements."

Lin Feng started leading her in warm-up exercises.

Raise your hands overhead, inhale, exhale, and bend your body to the left...

He Qianwen followed his movements. When she raised her arms, the hem of her short sleeve was pulled up, revealing a small patch of skin on her waist.

The movements weren't exactly clumsy, but they weren't very standard either.

When bending to the side, the shoulders tend to shrug involuntarily, and the waist is not stretched sufficiently.

Lin Feng walked over, reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, saying, "Relax your shoulders, let go. Put the weight on your waist."

When he placed his hand on her shoulder, she leaned slightly towards him. Lin Feng tightened his grip, pressing her shoulder down, then released his hand and took a half-step back.

The next movement is a forward bend.

He Qianwen bent over, reaching her fingers for the ground, her back arched, and her knees slightly bent.

Lin Feng squatted down next to her, put his hand on her lower back, and pushed her forward a little with the heel of his palm.

"Keep your back flat, and you can bend your knees, but start folding from the hip joint."

Through the thin yoga clothes, I could feel the warmth of her waist muscles. He Qianwen's back gradually flattened out a bit, and her fingers reached her ankles.

"Yes, that's it!"

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and stood up.

Walk in front of the mirror and demonstrate the next movement.

With arms hanging naturally, He Qianwen followed suit, drawing circles from front to back with her shoulders, but her movements were very small, with her shoulders only making a small circle in front.

……

Lin Feng spun her around three or four times, then let go and took a half-step back to the side.

The next warm-up exercise is a side waist stretch. Stand with your legs apart, raise your right arm overhead, and bend your body to the left.

Lin Feng stood to her right, reaching out to support her raised right wrist, while his other hand rested on her waist to help stabilize her core.

"Lengthen your side waist, don't lean forward."

When He Qianwen's body bends to the left, her chest naturally pushes out to the right.

The neckline of the dark purple short-sleeved shirt was pulled to one side, revealing a large expanse of fair skin below the left collarbone.

With the movement of bending to the side, the two full breasts slumped heavily to the right, swayed briefly inside the short sleeve, and bumped against the forearm of Lin Feng's arm that was supporting her wrist.

Even through two thin layers of yoga clothing, the sensation of that large mass of soft flesh pressed against his forearm was clearly audible.

The dark purple fabric stretched even tighter around her chest, creating an arc-shaped crease where it was pressed.

Such contact.

Lin Feng's forearm muscles tensed up suddenly.

She quickly pulled her arm back a little, but He Qianwen's body was still bent to the side, and the movement of pulling her arm back made her center of gravity shift slightly.

She let out a soft "Ouch!" and leaned towards him. Lin Feng quickly reached out to support her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Sister He, I used too much force."

He Qianwen pulled herself out of the side bend, straightened up, and reached out to straighten her crooked collar.

As she straightened the neckline, her fingers moved slowly, tracing a circle along the edge of the neckline and pulling the fabric back into place. The two full breasts were once again contained by the neckline, swaying a couple of times beneath the dark purple fabric before settling down.

"It's quite big!" He Qianwen looked up at Lin Feng, the corners of her mouth curving up even more. "It's alright, Teacher Lin, please continue."

Halfway through the warm-up, Raymond Lam led her in standing forward bends and spinal rolls.

This movement requires starting from a standing position, bending down your spine segment by segment until your fingers touch the ground, and then rolling up segment by segment.

When He Qianwen bent over, her back arched again. Lin Feng squatted down in front of her, reached out and pressed his hand on her back, pushing from her lumbar spine all the way up to her thoracic spine.

"Start rolling from the tailbone, one section at a time. First the tailbone, then the lumbar vertebrae—"

When the palms reached the lower edge of the thoracic spine, He Qianwen's body rolled upwards.

As the chest was rolled up, it pushed forward, stretching the neckline of the dark purple short-sleeved shirt to its fullest extent.

Those two heavy, full breasts squeezed out of the neckline, forming a semi-circle, with the edge of the neckline digging into the most bulging part of the chest, stretching the fabric almost transparent.

His chest bumped right into Lin Feng's wrist.

The moment those two soft mounds pressed against his wrist, Lin Feng felt as if his wrist had sunk into a warm sponge.

Beneath the dark purple fabric, her fullness was pressed into a dent by his wrist, the surrounding flesh spilling out slightly to both sides, stretching the collar even wider.

Lin Feng quickly withdrew his hand.

My ears were burning too. I squatted on the mat, my hand hanging in mid-air, unsure whether to pull it back or extend it.

He Qianwen remained in a forward-leaning posture, turning her face to look at Lin Feng. From her angle, she could just see the tips of Lin Feng's bright red ears.

"Ms. Lin?" Her voice came from below, "Is the next step to curl it up?"