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

The morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Lin Feng's eyelids.

I rolled over, buried my face in the pillow, and planned to sleep for another hour. I didn't have class this morning, so it was a rare treat to sleep in.

After unclogging the drain last night, I took a shower and tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep, my mind filled with that kiss on the sofa.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

She slammed her hand on the door three times, then Su Mengya's voice rang out: "Lin Feng! Get up!"

Lin Feng pressed the pillow down on his head.

The door banged again, this time even harder.

He sighed, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the door, and opened it.

Su Mengya stood at the door, wearing a light gray tracksuit. The top was short-sleeved, with the zipper pulled up to her collarbone. The fabric clung to her body, supporting her chest and creating two rounded curves.

The pants were a three-quarter length, tight-fitting style, covering the thighs and calves, and she wore a pair of white sneakers.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her face was clean and without makeup.

"Let's go for a run." She put her hands on her hips and raised her chin slightly.

Lin Feng squinted at the clock on the living room wall; it was only 7:30.

Leaning against the doorframe, her voice still hoarse from just waking up, she said, "Sister Mengya, I finally don't have an early class today, so I wanted to sleep in. Aren't you working today?"

"I've taken a day off. It's three days off, combined with Saturday and Sunday." Su Mengya took half a step forward, already crossing the threshold. "How long has it been since we ran together?"

Lin Feng scratched his hair, turned and walked towards the bed, intending to back up. Su Mengya followed him in, standing by the bed watching him climb onto it.

Just as he buried his face in the pillow, a hand reached out and tickled his armpit.

Raymond Lam curled up like a shrimp, his shoulders clenched, and he twisted and turned, trying to suppress his laughter.

Su Mengya's fingers chased and tickled his armpits. Lin Feng rolled to the side of the bed, and she knelt on the edge of the bed to continue tickling him. The two of them rolled around in a ball, the pillow was pushed to the floor, and the blanket was wrapped around their legs.

Lin Feng grabbed both of her wrists, flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed. Su Mengya's wrists were held by him and pressed against the sides of the pillow, her whole body pinned beneath him.

Panting, her chest heaved violently beneath her light gray tracksuit, her two rounded mounds rising with each breath.

His lips were slightly parted, revealing a bit of his teeth, and his breath brushed against his face, carrying the minty scent of toothpaste.

Lin Feng looked down at her. Their faces were very close, close enough that he could see the tiny mole on the tip of her nose.

All the images from yesterday on the sofa suddenly flooded back to me—

The sensation of his lower lip on her lips, the feeling of her tongue brushing against the crease of his lips, and the fingers around his lower back.

He lowered his head slightly.

Su Mengya freed her hand from his wrist and pinched the flesh on his side. The pinch wasn't hard, but it was precise, exactly the spot she had pinched twice yesterday.

"No kissing without brushing your teeth."

His voice was very low, so low that only two people could hear him. After speaking, he bit his lower lip, his teeth sinking into his lips, making that small piece of flesh turn white.

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment.

It's not that I forbid you, it's that you can't kiss me if you haven't brushed your teeth.

He quickly lowered his head and pecked her left cheek, his lips touching her cheekbone. Su Mengya's cheek skin was smooth, carrying the fresh scent of someone who had just washed their face.

He released her wrist after kissing her, got out of bed, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom toward the bathroom.

Soon, Su Mengya's voice came from behind: "Lin Feng! You're unhygienic!" Her voice was a little exasperated, but not loud.

While Lin Feng was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, he saw Su Mengya standing at the bedroom door in the mirror, wiping the spot on her cheek where he had kissed her with the back of her hand.

She wiped her hand twice, then stopped, and put it down. When she looked up, her eyes met his in the mirror, and she immediately turned her face away.

Lin Feng spat out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and washed his face. He was fully awake when he came out of the bathroom.

I went into the bedroom and changed my clothes into a white quick-drying T-shirt, black athletic shorts, and running shoes.

After he changed, he came out and found Su Mengya waiting for him by the dining table in the living room.

Only then did Lin Feng have a chance to properly look at her outfit today.

The light gray athletic short-sleeved shirt clung tightly to her upper body, and the zipper at the neckline was pulled down a little, revealing a small indentation in the middle of her collarbone.

The fabric in front of her chest was stretched very full, and her two breasts were round and perky. From the side, they formed a smooth curve from her chest to her waist.

Her waist was very slim, and the waistband of the sweatpants sat just above her hip bone. The tight fabric hugged the curves of her hips, and below were straight thighs and shapely calves.

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on her chest for a moment, then moved away. He didn't know how women's bra sizes were calculated; he had absolutely no idea whether it was a B or a C.

All he knew was that the shape was nice; it wasn't exaggeratedly large, but it stood very upright, showing two full, rounded outlines under the light gray tracksuit.

Su Mengya noticed Lin Feng watching. She walked over and pinched his ear. "You brat, what are you thinking, leering at me like that?"

Lin Feng chuckled, his ear being pinched, his head tilted, and a grin spreading across his face. But his hands remained obediently at his sides, not reaching out like they had on the sofa yesterday.

Su Mengya released his ear, turned, and walked towards the door. "I'm leaving."

The two people went out the door.

In the early morning, some elderly people were already taking a stroll in the neighborhood. An old lady carrying a small shopping cart walked towards them from the opposite side. Lin Feng and Su Mengya ran side by side out of the neighborhood gate and ran along the sidewalk towards the small park.

The small park isn't far from the neighborhood; it takes about ten minutes to run there. There's a rubberized running track inside, about 400 meters in laps.

The park was quite crowded in the morning. Lin Feng and Su Mengya ran side by side at a slow pace, enough to talk while running.

By the third lap, a small patch of sweat had soaked through the back of Raymond Lam's T-shirt. Su Mengya's forehead was also beaded with sweat, her wispy hairs clung to her temples, and her cheeks were flushed from running.

He maintained a good breathing rhythm, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, and his steps were steady.

After running three laps, the two of them took a slow walk to relax before leaving the park.

There was a breakfast stall by the roadside, with plastic tables and chairs set up at the entrance, and steamers stacked high, emitting white steam.

Su Mengya found a seat and sat down, while Lin Feng went in and ordered two baskets of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), two bowls of soy milk, and two youtiao (fried dough sticks).

When the xiaolongbao were served, the skin was so thin that you could see through it and the meat filling inside.

Lin Feng picked up a piece of food, dipped it in vinegar and chili oil, and stuffed it into his mouth, hissing in pain from the heat.

Su Mengya ate more politely than him, taking small bites and only dipping a tiny bit in the vinegar dish.

After finishing breakfast, I walked back to my neighborhood.