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

"You choked on water just now. How are you feeling now? Can you stand up?"

Wang Yue blinked, not answering immediately. Her chest was still heaving violently, the two full mounds encased in her swimsuit rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

Lin Feng quickly looked away and helped her up from the beach, then went to the side to pour her a glass of water.

Wang Yue took the drink and drank several mouthfuls, then lowered her head and wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with her fingers, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. I was just hit by a wave and didn't react in time."

"Don't swim too far in the future, stay close to me."

Wang Yue nodded, placed her water bottle on the beach, and looked up at Lin Feng. The sunlight on the sea was dazzling, and she squinted at his face, suddenly noticing that his eyelashes looked exceptionally long after being wet with seawater.

Recalling the warm, soft touch on her lips when she woke up on the beach, her heart raced even faster. She thought to herself, "So this is what it feels like to kiss someone you love."

Although strictly speaking it wasn't a kiss, but rather artificial respiration, those few seconds were enough for her to savor for a long time.

After returning from the island, Wang Yue was noticeably in a better mood than before. She would occasionally initiate a conversation with Lin Feng, asking about company business and her personal life.

Lin Feng also took the opportunity to ask her if she had thought about her future career plans. Wang Yue said that she wanted to try working in the sales department, but she was not sure if she was suitable for that kind of position.

Lin Feng said there will definitely be opportunities, and as long as she is willing to work hard, the company will give her a chance to try.

In the evening, everyone had a bonfire party on the beach. The sparks from the bonfire crackled and leaped upwards, making everyone's faces glow red.

Lu Fei somehow got hold of a guitar and sat by the campfire, playing folk songs. He was a little off-key, but he was in high spirits. Several salesmen joined in, singing loudly and out of tune, their laughter and singing mingling and carrying far away.

Wang Yue sat next to Lin Feng, slowly turning a skewer of roasted marshmallows over the fire. Suddenly, she lowered her hand and quietly touched the back of Lin Feng's hand, which was resting on the beach mat, with her fingers.

The movement was very light, like an unintentional touch. After the touch, the fingers did not immediately retract, but lingered on the back of his hand for several seconds.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at her. The firelight danced on her face, turning her pupils amber.

Without saying a word, she slowly slipped her fingers through his, and their hands silently clasped together on the beach mat.

Everyone across the campfire was singing along to Lu Fei's guitar, and no one noticed what was happening here.

After the bonfire party ended, everyone returned to their hotel rooms. Lin Feng sat alone on a lounge chair by the pool, slowly sipping a can of beer. The night by the sea was quiet, with only the distant sound of waves and the occasional croaking of frogs.

Just as she was about to get up and go back to her room, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Wang Yue walked over, wearing a thin cardigan, her hair still damp from her recent shower.

He sat down on the recliner next to Raymond Lam, hugged his knees, and remained silent for a while before speaking.

"Mr. Lin, can I talk to you about something?"

"Speak."

"Actually, ever since you stayed with me on my sofa all night that morning, I started to feel that you were different from other people. Later, you helped me move, took me to visit the old town, and bought me clothes. Every time you did these things, I told myself that I was overthinking it. You are the boss and I am the secretary. These are normal working relationships. But today on the island, when you were giving me CPR, I suddenly realized something."

She paused here, took a deep breath, then looked up at him directly, the embers of the campfire shimmering in the depths of her pupils. "Mr. Lin, I like you."

Lin Feng placed the beer can on the low table beside him and turned to look at her. The sea breeze gently swayed her hair, and the shimmering pool water cast flowing blue ripples of light on her face.

Do you know how many women are around me?

"I know. Mr. He from Tianlong Group, Chairman Shangguan from Longlin Group, and Director Ye's daughter, Shen Qianqian. Everyone in the company is talking about it; I've heard about it for a while. Su Hui also told me; she keeps advising me to think more about myself and not be bound by traditional ideas. I used to think that relationships should be monogamous. But now I understand that some people are worth letting go of some things for. I don't care. I only know that when I'm with you, I feel especially at ease. No one has ever made me feel this way before, and even if there are other people around you, I don't want to miss out."

Lin Feng looked at her in silence for a long time, then stood up and reached out his hand to her.

The two returned to Lin Feng's suite.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Feng pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. Wang Yue closed her eyes, her kissing skills were very clumsy, her lips trembled slightly, and her teeth accidentally bumped against his lower lip, but she quickly found her rhythm under his guidance.

Her body trembled slightly in his arms. Through the thin knitted cardigan, he could feel her two full breasts pressing tightly against his chest below her collarbone, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

Lin Feng took her cardigan off her shoulders, revealing a light blue slip dress underneath. His lips slid from the corner of her mouth to her jawline, then from her jawline to her neck, and gently bit her collarbone.

Wang Yue tilted her head back and let out a soft hum from deep in her throat, running her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

His hand moved down from her waist, covering her upturned buttocks through the thin silk fabric of her nightgown.

Her buttocks weren't the plump, perky peach-shaped buttocks like Yang Ru's, but she had long legs and a high hip line, making her proportions excellent when viewed from behind.

His fingers slid down her hip line, his fingertips touching the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, feeling the muscles there tighten slightly under his touch.

He pulled her camisole off her shoulders, and the light blue nightgown silently slid down to her waist. Standing by the window, moonlight streamed in from the French windows, illuminating her smooth shoulders and the full contours of her breasts below her collarbone.

The breasts have a great shape and are the right size.

She went limp in his arms. His fingers tightened slightly, and he bit his lower lip hard, his nails scratching lightly on her back.

He carried Wang Yue to the bed and pressed himself against her, lowering his head to kiss her from her collarbone down her body. When he reached her lower abdomen, Wang Yue suddenly reached out and pressed her hand against his shoulder, her cheeks flushed red, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Mr. Lin...it's too fast...could you give me a little more time? I'm not mentally prepared. I really like you, but I need some more time to adjust."

Lin Feng stopped what he was doing, rolled off her and lay down next to her, pulled the blanket over her, and hugged her.

"Okay. No rush. We'll talk about it when you're ready."

Wang Yue buried her face in his chest, her hair brushing against his chin. She smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on him, mixed with a hint of sea salt.

Her heartbeat gradually calmed down, her fingers still gripping the hem of his T-shirt tightly.

I silently wondered to myself, is this what it feels like to be cherished?

Lin Feng turned off the light and placed his arm under her neck. Moonlight streamed through the curtains onto the floor, and the sound of distant waves echoed in.

Wang Yue snuggled against him and soon fell asleep. In her sleep, she unconsciously put her legs on Lin Feng's waist, with the insteps of her feet touching his calves. Her nightgown was rolled up, revealing most of her fair thighs.

Over the next two days of their trip, the two became noticeably more affectionate. Wang Yue started to link arms with Lin Feng and would rest her head on his shoulder while walking on the beach, seemingly oblivious to others.

Seeing this from a distance, Lu Fei pushed up his glasses, wisely turned his head back to continue discussing the afternoon's snorkeling route with the sales staff, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

The young people in the sales department were all smart; they exchanged knowing glances and said nothing.

On the last evening, everyone took a boat to the small island again. This time, Wang Yue didn't choke on water. Wearing a mask, she held Lin Feng's hand and swam among the coral reefs for quite a while.

Wearing that black one-piece swimsuit, her figure was accentuated by the swimsuit, revealing her full curves below her collarbone, her slender waist, and her long legs in the clear seawater.