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

After touching the wall, he took off his swimming goggles, looked up, and saw Lin Feng standing by the pool. His face lit up immediately.

She used the edge of the pool to climb ashore, ran barefoot over, not caring whether her soaking wet clothes would wet his shirt, and stood on tiptoe to hug his neck.

"You actually came? I almost thought my boyfriend had disappeared! He promised to come watch my swimming competition, but then he said he had to go on a business trip. But that's no excuse for standing me up. As for skipping class, since you seemed sincere today, I'll put it on your tab for now."

Shen Qianqian was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit with thin shoulder straps. The V-neckline accentuated her full breasts, creating a deep cleavage.

The swimsuit had a cutout design at the waist, revealing two slender, fair waistlines. Her hair was wet and clung to her cheeks, water droplets dripping down her chin onto her collarbone, then sliding down her collarbone into the cleavage of her chest.

Her skin was so white it seemed to glow, and with each breath, her two full breasts would spill out slightly from the edge of her swimsuit, making Lin Feng involuntarily glance at her a few more times.

Lin Feng picked up her bath towel from the bench next to him and handed it to her so she could dry her hair and not catch a cold.

Shen Qianqian took the towel and dried her hair, then tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the corner of his mouth, saying that she was going to dance class later and that he should accompany her the whole time and not run away.

Lin Feng agreed with a mix of laughter and tears.

The dance class was a private lesson, held in a rehearsal room on the third floor of the gymnasium.

The female personal trainer, surnamed Fang, was a retired provincial dance team member. She was tall and had a great presence. She spoke softly but was very strict when correcting movements. When Coach Fang saw Shen Qianqian arrive with her boyfriend, she smiled and nodded as a greeting.

Lin Feng leaned against the barre in the rehearsal room, watching Shen Qianqian stretch as the coach demonstrated.

She changed into a tight-fitting dance outfit, a black tank top and dark blue tight shorts, which clearly outlined every line of her body.

The neckline of the tank top wasn't low, but because the two full breasts were so large, the fabric was stretched slightly tight, and her chest would sway quite a bit with every chest expansion and waist twist, bouncing several times inside the tight tank top.

She does a side waist stretch, and the instructor holds her hip bones from the side to help her adjust the angle.

Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think my waist has gotten thinner lately?

"I don't know if your waist is thin or not, but that head-flipping motion of yours almost knocked the coach's glasses off."

Shen Qianqian stuck her tongue out at him in the mirror.

Lin Feng stayed in the rehearsal room for more than half an hour, during which he received several phone calls. Yonghu reported that the dispatch plan for the new energy vehicle fleet had been completed, and the earthwork transportation at the energy storage base would begin its first trial operation next week.

Lu Fei said that the materials for the second phase of the bidding project that Deputy Director Lin of the Highway Bureau had mentioned before had been sent to Lin Feng's email.

Chao Yuan called to say that the trial operation of the karst cave scenic area had been very successful, with online bookings exceeding expectations and tickets for the first week almost sold out.

After Lin Feng finished dealing with everything, he put his phone on silent and back in his pocket. When he looked up, he saw Shen Qianqian making a big head-shaking motion, her ponytail drawing a circle in the air, and beads of sweat on the ends of her hair glistening under the light.

In the evening, the two of them went back to Ye Qinghan's house together.

Ye Qinghan had a rare day off from work and went home early to prepare hot pot ingredients.

She was wearing a dark green silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, the hem of the shirt casually tucked into a pair of beige lounge shorts, her hair loose over her shoulders, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on her face.

Seeing Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian open the door and come in, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"The pot is boiling, hurry up and wash your hands and come eat."

The hot pot in the kitchen was bubbling away, and the table was piled high with sliced ​​beef, shrimp paste, tripe, lotus root slices, potatoes, enoki mushrooms, and several dishes of dipping sauces she had made herself.

The three people sat around the dining table, the steam from the hot pot making their faces flushed.

Shen Qianqian picked up a slice of fatty beef, dipped it in the spicy broth for several seconds, then dipped it in the sesame oil sauce before putting it in her mouth. She gasped as she was burned, "It's so hot! Mom, where did you buy this spicy broth? It's much spicier than the last one."

Ye Qinghan poured her a glass of ice water, her tone tinged with a helpless yet indulgent tone: "You're always in such a hurry, even though no one's taking it from you. I bought it at the supermarket downstairs; they say it's a new brand from Chongqing. Eat slowly, or you'll choke and cough again."

"That's because Mom's hot pot meat is the best."

Ye Qinghan shook her head, picked up a slice of tripe, and put it into the mushroom soup pot to cook.

Today I'm wearing that dark green silk shirt, the material is thin and smooth, and the top two buttons of the collar are undone, vaguely revealing a small patch of fair skin below my collarbone.

Her two full breasts stood erect beneath the silk fabric, swaying slightly as she picked up food, their outlines appearing and disappearing beneath the fabric.

The steam from the hot pot made her face slightly flushed, and a few fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

Lin Feng was eating shrimp balls with his head down when he suddenly felt a foot reach out from under the table. The foot was very cold, and the toes slowly slid up his ankle, down his calf, and stopped at the inside of his knee, while the instep gently rubbed against his trouser leg.

She looked up at Ye Qinghan across from her. Ye Qinghan was drinking soup from her bowl, her expression nonchalant, and she even turned her head to discuss tomorrow's menu with Shen Qianqian.

"Qianqian, what do you want to eat tomorrow? There's still some cured meat your grandpa brought over in the fridge. How about we stir-fry some garlic sprouts?"

"Great! That cured pork smells amazing. I ate two bowls of rice with the one you cooked last time."

"I remember one time I put too much salt in the dish, and you insisted on eating the whole thing, saying it was just the right amount of salt to go with your rice. Later I found out that you drank several jugs of water that night and got up to go to the bathroom several times in the middle of the night."

Shen Qianqian laughed so hard she almost fell over, and Lin Feng chuckled along. The foot under the table, however, became even more audacious, its toes hooking onto his trouser leg and lifting it up, sliding from the inside of his knee to the outside of his thigh.

Ye Qinghan leaned forward slightly, causing the collar of her silk shirt to drop a little, revealing her two full breasts that bulged out from the collar and swayed slightly in the steam of the hot pot, her skin covered with a fine layer of sweat.

She glanced at Lin Feng, a hint of cunning in her eyes that only the two of them could understand.

Shen Qianqian was intently peeling a shrimp, completely unaware of the undercurrents beneath the table: "This shrimp shell is so hard to peel, Mom, can you help me? — Never mind, I'll do it myself. By the way, Mom, my dance instructor said my core strength isn't enough today, and she's making me do planks every day. Do you think I should eat less? I seem to have gained weight lately."

"You're not fat at all; you're still growing. But doing planks is definitely good for your health. I used to do them when I was younger and kept at it for several years, but I stopped because I got busy with work."

Ye Qinghan stood up and went to the kitchen to get a drink. When she opened the refrigerator door, she glanced back at Lin Feng, and the meaning in her eyes was very clear.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, then continued to eat the food in his bowl.

After dinner, the three of them huddled in the living room and played several rounds of poker. Shen Qianqian had excellent luck with her cards, winning several rounds in a row against Lin Feng. Each time she won, she would slam her cards on the coffee table triumphantly, making him admit defeat.

After Lin Feng finally won a round, Shen Qianqian threw her cards on the table, pointed at Ye Qinghan next to her, and said that it was because her mother helped him, and that her mother had just given her a wink.

Ye Qinghan leaned back on the sofa with her teacup in hand, smiling as she said that she hadn't given any hints; it was clearly Qianqian who had made the mistake.

Shen Qianqian rushed over and hugged Ye Qinghan's waist, acting coquettishly, saying that the two of them were ganging up on her.

Ye Qinghan patted her hair, "Who told you to win so much?" The three of them chatted and laughed, the living room light casting a warm glow on everyone's faces.

After finishing their card game, Ye Qinghan got up and went to the kitchen to clear the dishes. Lin Feng followed to help, and as he passed behind her by the sink, he gently pinched her waist with his fingers.

His body stiffened slightly, and he turned his head to say in a very low voice, "You little rascal." Lin Feng chuckled and carried the washed fruit platter back to the living room.

Shen Qianqian was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone when she saw Lin Feng come out with a fruit platter, so she moved aside to make room for him.

He forked a piece of apple and put it in his mouth, saying indistinctly that the apples were especially sweet today, and asked him to try a piece as well.

Lin Feng sat down, forked a piece of apple, and watched a variety show with her for a while. Shen Qianqian leaned on Lin Feng's shoulder, and soon she yawned several times, tears welling up in her eyes.