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

The sofa cushion sank in.

Su Mengya was pinned down by him, her back pressed against the sofa cushion, and her legs pinned beneath him.

The hand holding the remote control slowly lowered itself, the remote control slipped from between the fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

In summer, when it's hot, everyone wears thin clothes.

Raymond Lam was wearing a gray T-shirt, while Su Mengya was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt.

The two were pressed chest to chest, separated only by two thin layers of cotton fabric. Su Mengya's soft, full breasts were deformed by his pressure, slightly bulging out from the edge of her neckline and pressed against her chest.

Through the fabric, you could feel the outline of those two soft mounds of flesh, rising and falling slightly on his chest with each breath.

With each breath she inhaled, her two soft mounds would press against his chest, and with each exhalation they would sink slightly back down.

Su Mengya did not push him away.

When they were playfully fighting, if Lin Feng were to fall on top of her, Su Mengya would slap him away and stomp on his foot.

But this time, she placed both hands at her sides, her fingers slightly curled, gripping the fabric of the sofa cushions.

Lin Feng looked down at her.

Her face was very close to his. He could see the faint freckles on the bridge of her nose, and her breath, hot and light, fell on his chin as she exhaled through her nose.

A voice in my head was shouting: Kiss me.

I don't know how much time passed.

Lin Feng leaned down and pressed his lips to Su Mengya's lips.

It has a slight salty taste left over from the chive dumplings.

Su Mengya's lips did not dodge.

He closed his eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly on her eyelids, and her lips remained pressed against his, motionless, offering neither response nor resistance.

Lin Feng didn't know what to do next. The last time he kissed Teacher Zhou, it was Teacher Zhou who led him, and at that time, neither of them were in a normal state.

He was now perfectly lucid, and tried to move his lips, brushing his lower lip against her upper lip.

He parted Su Mengya's lips slightly, and she let out a soft inhale.

Then her lips moved slightly, pressing against his lips a tiny bit. The movement was so small it was almost imperceptible, but Lin Feng felt it.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Su Mengya must have sensed it too.

Lin Feng raised his right hand from the sofa and placed it on Su Mengya's waist. The warmth of his palm seeped through the light blue short-sleeved shirt.

The other person had a very slender waist, and the curve of the side curve narrowed from the base of his thumb to fully unfold at the tip of his fingers.

My fingers slowly moved upwards along the curve of my waist, tracing the outline of my ribs, and slipped inside the hem of my short-sleeved shirt.

My fingertips touched her stomach.

Continuing upwards, the line glides across the flat abdomen, touching the lower edge of the ribs...

This time!

Su Mengya pressed her hand against his wrist.

Five fingers encircled his wrist, gripping it tightly. His lips moved away from Lin Feng's, and he uttered a few words indistinctly.

"You brat... don't push your luck."

The voice was squeezed out of his throat, slightly nasal, but his hand did not loosen its grip on his wrist.

Then she raised her other hand, went around Lin Feng's back, and wrapped it around his waist. Her palm rested on his lower back, her fingertips slightly curled, and she pulled him closer to her.

Lin Feng's hand slipped out from under her short-sleeved shirt and landed on her cheek, his palm pressed against her cheekbone.

Their lips met again.

This time it's different.

Su Mengya's lips were no longer pressed against his, but instead she gently held his lower lip and swept it across the edge of his lower lip.

Lin Feng's breathing suddenly became heavier.

Following her movements, Su Mengya put her upper lip to her lips and let out a very soft hum from her nose, tightening her arms around her waist.

The fan was whirring.

The TV drama has finished airing, and they've started showing GG...

Lin Feng's hand slid down her cheek and landed on the side of her neck. His thumb pressed into the soft hollow where her jawbone met her neck, and he could feel the movement of her throat as she swallowed.

Su Mengya moved her hand up his lower back, to the middle of his shoulder blades. Her five fingers were slightly spread, pressed against his back through the T-shirt fabric, and she pulled him closer to her.

The two of them slid off the sofa a little.

Lin Feng braced his elbows on the sofa cushions, supporting his upper body weight. Su Mengya's body was pressed beneath him, their chests still tightly pressed together.

I don't know how long they kissed, but the TV show "GG" kept airing.

Finally, Su Mengya was the first to move her lips away. She turned her face to the side, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

The neckline of the light blue short-sleeved shirt was pulled askew, revealing a small patch of skin below the left collarbone, which had a faint pinkish hue.

Lin Feng was also panting, his arms were trembling slightly, and a layer of sweat was seeping from his forehead.

Looking down at her lips, they were a little swollen from the kiss, a bit redder than usual, and glistened with a little moisture at the corners.

He could sense that Su Mengya's gaze towards him was completely different from usual.

Su Mengya looked away first.

She withdrew her hand from his back, then bit her lower lip and glanced at Lin Feng's abdomen.

"Are you... feeling very uncomfortable?"

The sound was very soft.

Lin Feng looked down at himself.

Her ears burned, and the arm supporting her trembled again. "Mmm."

Su Mengya's lips moved slightly, as if she were biting into the meat in her mouth. After thinking for a while, she said something.

"Then... I'll let you touch me once."

There was a pause.

"This will not be repeated."

After saying that, he turned his face away.

Her hair was spread out on the sofa cushions, covering half of her face, and the only ear that was visible was bright red.

Lin Feng was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

Lin Feng raised his right hand from the sofa cushion, then slowly lowered it, his fingers slipping under the hem of her short-sleeved shirt.

My fingertips touched the warm skin on my stomach.

Su Mengya's body shrank slightly, and the muscles on her stomach tightened slightly. The probe slowly moved upwards along her stomach; the other person's skin was smooth, offering almost no resistance.

The fingers continued upwards, almost reaching the edge, and even touching the bra.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Xiaofeng! Are you in there? The drain is clogged, come back and check it out!"

Zhang Xiulan's voice came from outside the door, sounding muffled through the security door.

Lin Feng immediately pulled his fingers out from under Su Mengya's short sleeve, sprang up from the sofa, and slammed his knee into the corner of the coffee table. He winced in pain but didn't dare to make a sound.

Su Mengya also sat up from the sofa.

She was much faster at tidying her clothes than he was. She grabbed the hem of her short-sleeved shirt with both hands and pulled it down, then straightened the collar and ran her fingers through her hair to gather it into two strands.

Both of them seemed flustered, like a couple caught in the act of adultery.

"Mom! Okay! I'm going back right now!"

Lin Feng shouted at the door, then turned around to look at Su Mengya, opening his mouth as if to say something.

Su Mengya stood beside the sofa, her hands behind her back. A blush spread across her cheeks from her cheekbones down to her neck.

"It's your own fault for not being able to touch it." She tilted her head, her ponytail sliding down her shoulder. "You won't have that chance next time."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

She ran a few steps to her bedroom door, slipped inside, and the door closed behind her.

Lin Feng stood in the living room, staring at the closed door. The fan whirred, cooling the sweat on his forehead.

After hesitating for a long time, he took a deep breath, pushed open the door and went back to his home. Zhang Xiulan was standing at the door waiting for him, holding a plate of dumplings in her hand.

"Why is your face so red?" Zhang Xiulan glanced at him.

"Um... it's hot inside." Lin Feng scratched his head and then walked towards the kitchen.

After Su Mengya entered the house, she leaned against the wooden door and listened to the sounds outside. The door was not locked, and she heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He muttered a sarcastic "Hmph! Coward!"