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

After Shen Qianqian gave herself to Lin Feng, it was as if a new world had been opened up for her.

The next morning, she woke up and snuggled in Lin Feng's arms for a while, circling his chest with her fingers. Suddenly, she looked up at him and said something that made people both laugh and cry.

"Lin Feng, now I understand why those girls in the dorm who are in relationships secretly call their boyfriends every night. It really is addictive."

Lin Feng ruffled her messy hair and said that this was just the beginning and she still had a lot to learn.

Shen Qianqian blinked and asked him if there were any positions she didn't know, and that he could teach her.

That night, she kept him entertained for most of the night, and he learned very quickly. The third day was supposed to be a horseback riding trip on the Narat Grassland, but the two of them didn't leave their room all day. The Kazakh uncle at the horse farm called several times to urge them to come back, so Lin Feng had to say that the itinerary would be changed and they would go the next day.

Shen Qianqian lay on the bed, embarrassed, burying her face in the pillow, and muttered, "It's all your fault."

It's often said that women with large breasts have a strong sex drive. Raymond Lam used to think this was just a joke, but now it seems there's some scientific basis to it.

Shen Qianqian usually appears well-behaved and cute at school, with a sweet smile always on her baby face. But once she's in bed, the feelings that have been suppressed for many years burst forth like a flood.

She would cling to him and keep wanting more, and soon after each time they finished, she would come closer again, biting her lower lip and not saying a word, but her meaning couldn't be clearer.

Shen Qianqian's figure is indeed that of a natural beauty. Her breasts are so full that even a loose T-shirt can't cover them, but her waist is so thin that you can pinch it with one hand. Her legs are long and straight, and her skin is so white that it glows.

Every time she took control of the rhythm, those two full mounds would sway in front of him, making him dizzy, but she was completely unaware of it. She would even lean down to kiss him, asking him if it felt good.

Lin Feng could only say it felt so good, then he rolled over and pinned her down, regaining control. During their last few days in Xinjiang, the two claimed to be on vacation, but they actually spent most of their time in bed.

Fortunately, we had already visited most of the attractions we were supposed to see in the previous days, so the trip wasn't a complete waste.

Back at Hohai University, Lin Feng's mental state was noticeably worse than before he set off. He had been tormented by Shen Qianqian for several days in Xinjiang, and afterwards he felt completely drained.

This was the first time I truly understood what it meant to say, "There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing."

Shen Qianqian, however, became more and more determined. After returning to school, she would video chat with him every night. Sometimes, while chatting, she would pull down the neckline of her nightgown and say in an innocent voice that she missed him.

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As Lin Feng watched the video, only one thought crossed his mind: once this little girl has figured things out, her future days are probably going to be tough.

I decided to go to Shangguan Jinghong's place for a couple of days to rest and recuperate.

In Bai Jinhai's private swimming pool, Shangguan Jinghong had just come out of the water and was leaning back on a lounge chair wrapped in a white towel.

Her skin glowed white under the warm yellow light, and she was completely hairless. Water droplets slid down her collarbone and dripped onto the mesh of the recliner.

Lin Feng lay on the recliner next to him, holding a freshly brewed cup of epimedium tea, which was steaming hot.

"You've looked a bit weak these past few days. Did you get completely drained in Xinjiang?"

"Pretty much. Shen Qianqian has been relentless since she got her taste buds; my back is about to break. Now I know what 'baby face and big breasts' means—cute-looking, but turning into a tiger in bed. I barely left my room during the last three days in Xinjiang."

Shangguan Jinghong picked up the kettle next to him and poured him a cup of hot water, his tone tinged with a hint of schadenfreude: "So why did you come here? Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you again?"

"I may be scared, but I still have to come see you. It's good for my health here, but it's bad for my lifespan with Shen Qianqian." Lin Feng took a sip of epimedium tea, leaned back in his recliner, closed his eyes, and felt a slight ache in his lower back.

I've been drinking this every day for the past few days. The first batch of good tea that Lao Chen picked is indeed very potent. The tea soup is golden and clear, slightly bitter at first but sweet at second, and I feel a faint warmth in my lower back after drinking it.

If it weren't for this thing supporting him, he probably wouldn't have been able to even board the plane back from Xinjiang.

"Serves you right. Who told you to provoke so many women? But speaking of which, your epimedium is really good, much more effective than what's sold in pharmacies. Your procurement department can supply Bai Jinhai's VIP clients from now on. Many of my clients are middle-aged men, and they have a great demand for this kind of product."

"Okay, have Wang Yue order a batch for you. The packaging can be printed with Platinum Ocean's logo, making it a co-branded product."

Raymond Lam spent two days hiding in Platinum Bay. Every day he would soak in epimedium tea, swim, lie on a deck chair and sunbathe, and eat nourishing soups that Sister Hung had the kitchen prepare. He felt that his body had recovered a lot.

On the night before she left, Shangguan Jinghong wore a dark purple silk slip dress with a very short hem that just covered the middle of her thighs and a very low neckline.

She walked up to Lin Feng, took the towel off his shoulders, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"After hiding for two days, it's time to pay some 'rent', right?"

Before Lin Feng could answer, the other person's lips pressed against his. The body was so smooth that his palms could not feel any friction, and the skin was so white under the light that you could almost see the tiny blood vessels underneath.

Afterwards, she lay on his chest, panting heavily, her fingers slowly tracing circles on his collarbone, and said in a hoarse voice that this was a prepayment for her next stay.

Lin Feng leaned against the headboard, looking at her pale profile, with only one thought in his mind: if this woman practiced yoga, her physical strength would definitely not be inferior to Yang Ru's.

After leaving Bai Jinhai, Lin Feng felt he needed to find a legitimate reason to let Wang Yue go out for a few days as well.

Since returning from the village, this girl's enthusiasm for work has soared to unprecedented heights. Every day, she wears different styles of black stockings and flaunts them in front of him, and she attends her spoken English classes more and more frequently.

If he stays at the company any longer, even Sister Hong's nourishing soup probably won't save him.

That day, Wang Yue was called into the office.

"The next step for the centralized procurement department is to expand the scope of procurement. You should go back to Zhai Village and get a clear understanding of the medicinal herb cultivation situation in the nearby villages. It would be best to sign long-term purchase agreements with those farmers to stabilize the supply chain. There's no need to rush; stay a few more days and conduct thorough market research."

"Okay, Mr. Lin. What about your work here?"

"I don't have anything major going on here. Lu Fei and Li Juan can keep an eye on things. You can go without worry. When you come back, give me a detailed research report."

Wang Yue nodded and left the office in her high heels. That afternoon, she booked a flight back to the southwest. Before leaving, she sent Lin Feng a message saying she would miss him, and attached a photo of her legs in stockings.

The last safety hazard is finally gone, and Lin Feng can finally rest for a few days.

When Lu Fei, the head of the business department, ran into Lin Feng in the tea room, he saw Lin Feng leaning against the bar, brewing epimedium tea. Lin Feng looked much better than when he had just returned from Xinjiang a few days ago, but his eyes still showed a hint of weariness.

Lu Fei stood beside him, holding a coffee cup, and glanced at him with a meaningful smile.

"Mr. Lin, you look a bit weak lately. Have you been too busy? I've noticed you've been drinking this every day for the past few days, and you've almost finished the epimedium that Old Chen gave you."

"I'm a bit tired. There's just too much to do."

Lu Fei paced back and forth in the break room, coffee cup in hand, and said earnestly in a tone of someone with experience, "President Lin, I'm more than ten years older than you, and I have a wife. Let me tell you, this matter needs to be done in moderation. You're young and impetuous, with many girlfriends, but your body is your own. Even if epimedium is good, you can't eat it."

Lin Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, leaned against the bar, looked out the window at the river view of Hehai City, and remained silent for a while.

Lu Fei thought he was going to say something profound, but Lin Feng put down his teacup, sighed, and said something that almost made Lu Fei spit out his coffee.

"Brother Lu, now I finally understand what it means to have a harem of three thousand beauties; even an iron rod can be ground into a needle!"