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

I could feel his breath on my face, warm and gentle.

Then Lin Feng stepped back slightly, looked into Ma Qingqing's eyes, and began to give instructions in a very low and gentle voice.

Tell her to open her lips slightly, not to be too nervous, and to follow her own rhythm. If she feels uncomfortable, she can tell him.

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lower lip, his tongue gently tracing her lips. Ma Qingqing closed her eyes, mustered her courage, and cautiously responded to him. Her tongue clumsily touched his, and she trembled slightly, but did not back down.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his bathrobe tightly, but the force on her lips slowly softened from stiffness.

"You did a great job. Now it's your turn to take the initiative; you can do whatever you want."

Ma Qingqing's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, but she still mustered up her courage and leaned in to kiss his lips again.

This time she was bolder than before, gently probing her tongue into his mouth, her movements clumsy yet exceptionally earnest.

Lin Feng's palm slowly slid down her back, his fingertips pressing down inch by inch along the groove of her spine, with just the right amount of pressure. His palm stopped at the back of her waist, gently rubbing through the thin fabric of her bathrobe.

Ma Qingqing's body went limp from his caresses, and she leaned against him as if her bones had been removed, letting out a very soft, muffled groan from deep in her throat.

She could feel his fingers gently caressing her waist, each touch easing her tense nerves.

After an unknown amount of time, Ma Qingqing opened her eyes and looked at his face so close to hers. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind.

If someone else were lying here tonight, she would probably be scared, resistant, and feel that all of this is happening too fast.

But because it was Raymond Lam, she felt that everything was happening too slowly.

She trusted him completely, so much so that she could reveal her most vulnerable side to him without reservation. She buried her face in his chest again and whispered something in a very soft voice.

"Mr. Lin, thank you. I never knew being liked was such a wonderful thing."

After saying that, Ma Qingqing buried her face back into Lin Feng's chest, not daring to look up at him. She could feel his hand still on her back, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of the bathrobe.

She had never been so close to a man before. Her heart was pounding like a drum, but her body gradually relaxed under his touch.

I feel like a piece of sugar being placed in warm water, slowly melting away.

"Mr. Lin, I have a question for you. You just said you wanted to win me over, were you serious? Or is it because I've had too much to drink today and you think saying some nice things will make me feel better? If it's the latter, you can just say it directly, I won't take it seriously. But if you're serious, then I—I think I need to confirm it, because I don't want to be delusional."

Lin Feng's fingers paused on her back for a moment, then he looked down into her eyes. "Do you think I would run out in the middle of the night to buy you porridge, squat next to the toilet to pat your back, boil honey water and bring it to your lips, only to tell you that none of this was serious? I take care of you because you deserve to be taken care of, and I like you because you deserve to be liked. These two things are not contradictory. I don't need sweet talk to coax girls; if I wanted to, there are much easier ways. But with you, I've been serious from beginning to end."

Hearing his words, Ma Qingqing felt her eyes welling up with tears again.

She forced back her tears, looked up into his eyes, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

After she finished speaking, she laughed first, feeling that the answer was too formal, not like something she would say to someone she liked, but more like a polite remark after being praised at work.

She bit her lower lip, reorganized her thoughts, and spoke in a soft voice.

"Actually, what I want to say is that being liked feels like this—it's being nervous but also very happy. I've never experienced this before. Back in school, some boys pursued me, but I always felt uncomfortable with their gazes, as if they were thinking something bad. Later, when I went to work at the trading company, the manager made me feel even more disgusted, and after that, I became even more afraid to interact with the opposite sex. But you're different. When you look at me, I feel that your eyes are very clean, without any of that frightening thing."

Lin Feng pulled her even tighter into his arms, encircling her completely in his embrace. In the small space, only their steady breathing could be heard.

One hand gently stroked her back, while the fingers of the other hand slowly traced circles on the fabric of her bathrobe at her waist. Ma Qingqing could feel his fingers circling her waist, each touch making her feel very comfortable.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his lips were slightly parted, he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

Do you know what I'm thinking right now?

Ma Qingqing shook her head and said she didn't know.

Lin Feng said he was thinking about what she should wear to the county government to sign the contract tomorrow. Should she wear a suit jacket and a pencil skirt, or the same trench coat she wore today? The trench coat she wore today looked great and made her waist look especially slim.

Ma Qingqing was taken aback when he said this at a time like this. She was stunned for several seconds before bursting out laughing. At such a romantic moment, he was concerned about what she should wear tomorrow. Was this the way all men were?

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Feng lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss was deeper than before; his tongue probed into her mouth and gently entwined with hers.

She could taste the lingering tobacco and mint mouthwash flavors in his mouth, a mixture that gave her a strange sense of peace.

Her arms involuntarily wrapped around his neck, her fingers running through the slightly damp hair at the back of his head. His palm slowly slid down her back, gently rubbing her through the thin fabric of her bathrobe, then continued downwards, his fingertips gliding over the rounded curve of her buttocks, stopping at the outside of her thigh.

The fabric of the bathrobe wrinkled in his palm. The skin on her thighs was smooth and delicate, and every inch of it was gently caressed by his fingertips, making her feel ticklish and causing her to involuntarily snuggle closer to him.

"Is it comfortable?"

Ma Qingqing hummed in response, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Lin Feng continued, "Can I touch you? I won't do anything else, I just want you to relax." Ma Qingqing knew what he was asking, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

He could have easily chosen not to ask her, but he did anyway.

She nodded, buried her face in his chest, and dared not let him see her expression.

Lin Feng's fingers slipped inside the collar of her bathrobe, his fingertips touching the smooth, delicate skin below her collarbone. She could feel the warmth of his fingertips slowly sliding down, tracing the full curve of her chest.

The force was very light and slow. Ma Qingqing's body trembled slightly, and she let out a very soft and muffled groan from deep in her throat. Her ears turned so red that they almost bled.

She felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, but her body slowly relaxed under his touch. His fingers seemed to have magic; each touch eased her tense nerves, making her go from being tense and stiff to soft and relaxed.

Close your eyes and bury your face in his chest.

"You know, when I first saw you in the interview room, I thought to myself, 'Why is this girl so nervous? She can't even speak properly.' Later, you gradually became more and more confident in the company. I watched you transform from a newbie who would stutter when reporting your work into someone who could independently lead a new product line to negotiate with clients. This process itself is fascinating. The strength you showed, which grew from vulnerability, is what attracted me the most."

Ma Qingqing closed her eyes, feeling that all the luck in her life had been concentrated in this moment.

This feeling was so blissful, so unreal, that her whole body went limp in Lin Feng's arms, and she said softly, "Mr. Lin... are you feeling unwell? I... I'm ready."