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

"Come on. It must have been your aunt who called you, otherwise why would you have thought of coming home?" Su Mengya put the cleaned green beans into the bowl, nudged him with her elbow, and spoke with a familiarity and reproach that only childhood sweethearts could share.

In the evening, the two families got together and had a small barbecue in the yard.

Lin Jianguo had set up a grill in the corner beforehand. The charcoal was burning red-hot, and the lamb skewers on the wire mesh were sizzling with oil. The pieces of meat, with their alternating layers of fat and lean meat, curled up slightly under the high temperature, and the oil dripped onto the charcoal, causing small flames to leap up.

Zhang Xiulan and Su's mother shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the yard, bringing out plate after plate of marinated meat and washed vegetables.

Su Mengya was in charge of flipping the skewers. She was very skilled and sprinkled the cumin powder and chili powder just right. While flipping the skewers, she told her mother that she had recently learned a new dish at the company cafeteria and would make it for her to try another day.

Su's mother smiled and shook her head, saying that the last time she cooked, she almost burned down the kitchen, so please don't cause any more trouble. Lin Feng stood next to Su Mengya, helping her hand over ingredients, and occasionally, when the two elders weren't looking, he would put his hand on her lower back and gently massage it.

Su Mengya turned around and glared at him, then gently tapped the back of his hand with the oil brush she was using.

"Behave yourself, your mother is standing right behind you."

"My mom just went to the kitchen. You didn't brush these chicken wings with enough oil; they'll be dry when they're baked."

"It's none of your business how much oil I use, just hand me your skewers." She said that, but still applied an extra layer of oil. Lin Feng looked at her stubborn yet cooperative attitude, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

After dinner, Zhang Xiulan and Su's mother agreed to take a walk in the newly opened square outside the community to aid digestion.

Lin Jianguo said he wanted to watch the news broadcast, and carried his teacup into the living room. Soon after, the sound of the news broadcast came from the television.

Only Lin Feng and Su Mengya remained in the courtyard. The charcoal on the grill was still glowing red, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and cumin. In the distance, the music of square dancing could be faintly heard from the community square, mixed with the laughter of children.

Lin Feng cleared the table for her and carried the plates into the kitchen. Su Mengya followed him in, and as soon as she put the plates in the sink and turned on the tap, Lin Feng wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

I placed my palm on her flat stomach, and through the thin T-shirt, I could feel her abdominal muscles tighten slightly.

"Are you crazy? My mom could be back at any moment." Su Mengya lowered her voice, her fingers still gripping the edge of the plate, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Auntie just left, she won't be back anytime soon." Lin Feng turned her around and pressed her against the kitchen wall, then lowered his head and kissed her.

Su Mengya initially struggled and pushed him away, but her resistance softened the moment his fingers moved up her waist.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips moving from passive acceptance to active reciprocation, her breathing growing heavier, her tongue entwining with his, making soft, moist sounds.

Lin Feng picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Su Mengya's bedroom was still the same as before, with the light gray sheets neatly made, and a half-open professional book and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bedside table.

Her body was thrown onto the mattress, the springs creaking slightly. Lin Feng pressed down on her and ripped off her T-shirt, revealing a light pink lace bra underneath, supporting her full breasts.

Su Mengya bit her lower lip and let out a muffled groan, her fingers gripping Lin Feng's shirt on the back, her nails leaving shallow scratches on his skin through the fabric.

Lin Feng pulled her buttocks closer to the edge of the bed, and his fingers tore off her denim shorts and underwear.

Su Mengya tilted her head back and let out a long, muffled groan from deep in her throat...

"Lin Feng... my mom could come back at any time..." she said haltingly.

Su Mengya bit the blanket to suppress her voice.

Her waist was extremely thin. When viewed from the side, her waist dimples formed two shallow indentations under the light, and then down to the rounded curve of her hip bones.

Finally, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan from under the covers, and halfway through pushing him away, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards her.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the direction of the living room. Su's mother's voice came from the entrance hall, clear and distinct despite the hallway and the half-open bedroom door.

"I forgot my phone—wait, where are those two kids?"

Su Mengya froze, abruptly pushed Lin Feng away, and hurriedly tumbled off the bed, calling out towards the door while pulling on her shorts, "Mom—I'm changing!"

Her voice trembled noticeably, her cheeks were still flushed, and her hair was a tangled mess.

She turned and glared at Lin Feng, then lowered her voice and said, "Don't make a sound. Wait until I leave before you go." Then she quickly walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and left.

From the living room, the mother and daughter could be heard having a broken conversation. The mother's voice was normal as she asked Mengya if she wanted some watermelon from the refrigerator, which she had already cut and placed in a container.

Su Mengya's voice was still a little unsteady as she said she would eat tomorrow, as she was a bit tired today and wanted to go to bed early.

"Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

"It's nothing, I was just warming myself by the fire in the yard. Mom, you should go now, Auntie and the others are waiting for you."

After closing the security door again, Su Mengya leaned against the door and let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

Turning around and walking back to the bedroom, she saw Lin Feng sitting on the edge of the bed, putting his pants back on after he had just pulled them off, with an barely suppressed smile on his lips.

"You're still laughing!" Su Mengya gritted her teeth and whispered, walking over and punching him hard on the shoulder several times. "You almost killed me! If my mom finds out, we're finished!"

Lin Feng stood up from the edge of the bed, gently pinched her cheek, and kissed her forehead. "I'll go back first, and come find you after get off work tomorrow." He opened the bedroom door, peeked halfway into the living room to make sure no one was there, and then quickly crossed the yard, pushed open the gate, and went inside.

Su Mengya leaned against the bedroom door frame, raised her hand to touch her still burning cheeks, and looked at the bed sheet that had been crumpled by the two of them rolling around on the bed. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly.

I went to the bedside, straightened the sheets, picked up the pillow that had been kicked off the floor and put it back in its place, and then opened the window to let the smell in the room dissipate.

After doing all that, she sat down on the edge of the bed, stared blankly at the air for a moment, and then muttered "brat" under her breath.