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

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Lin Feng didn't know how many times he did it that night.

All I remember is Xu Momo collapsing on the bed, panting heavily. I was exhausted too. Underwear was scattered all over the floor. I transferred money to her using my phone.

A total of 160,000!

Xu Momo mustered her last bit of strength to pick up her phone, saw the number, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She put the phone under her pillow and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, around 10 a.m., Lin Feng was woken up by his cell phone ringing.

Reaching for her phone on the bedside table, she saw Shen Wanyu's name on the screen. She answered, and Shen Wanyu's voice came through the receiver, a mixture of embarrassment and cautious anticipation.

"Lin Feng, are you free this morning? I bought a plane ticket to Hohai University, flight around 11:00 AM. I'm traveling alone and don't have much luggage. Could you take me to the airport? I know your place isn't far from the school, but if it's inconvenient, that's fine, I can just take a taxi."

As Lin Feng listened to the phone call, he sensed that Xu Momo had woken up beside him.

She obediently remained silent, simply leaning quietly on his shoulder, her fingers gently tracing circles on his chest.

"Meet me at the west gate of the school in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, he gently patted Xu Momo on the back. She immediately understood what he meant, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

She was wearing a revealing black lace nightgown that accentuated her curves in the morning light. Barefoot on the carpet, she helped him take his clothes out of his suitcase, ironed them, and hung them up. Then she went to the break room to make him a cup of honey water and brought it to him. Finally, she knelt down to help him put on his socks, her movements gentle and practiced.

After washing up, Lin Feng took out a bottle of specially made Cistanche deserticola nutrient solution from his suitcase. This was specially prepared by Wang Yue, using only the first harvest of fresh Cistanche deserticola, combined with a concentrated extract using a freshness-locking process. One small bottle is as effective as brewing several pots of dried Cistanche deserticola.

He unscrewed the cap and drank it all in one gulp. The slightly bitter medicine slid down his throat, and soon he felt a warm sensation rising from his lower abdomen. The fatigue from being tormented by Xu Momo for most of the night dissipated.

He threw the empty bottle into the trash can and went downstairs with a silent kiss from Xu.

The Mercedes-Benz van provided by the hotel was already parked at the entrance.

Lin Feng drove to the west gate of Yenching University, parked his car under the ginkgo tree by the roadside, and took out his phone to call Shen Wanyu. While scrolling through his contacts, his gaze inadvertently swept out the window and he saw a girl with black hair standing not far ahead.

The girl stood sideways under a tree at the school gate, carrying a small duffel bag, wearing a white cotton short-sleeved shirt and a light blue denim long skirt, with white canvas shoes on her feet.

Her hair was long, smooth, black, with a straight fringe that swayed gently in the morning breeze. She wore almost no makeup, just a light layer of lipstick, and her skin was fair and clean, making her look like a high school freshman.

She squinted and looked at him for a few more seconds. The more she looked, the more familiar the profile seemed. She rolled down the car window and called out in that direction, "Shen Wanyu."

When the girl turned around, Lin Feng realized... it really was her.

At some point, Xu Momo replaced her colorful braids with long black hair, and completely removed her heavy smoky makeup, revealing a clean and delicate oval face.

Her skin was fair and delicate, her eyebrows and eyes were refined and gentle, and she wore only a light dusty rose lipstick. She carried a small backpack on her back, with a cat keychain hanging from it.

Seeing Lin Feng staring at her, she lowered her head shyly, unconsciously tugging at her skirt. She walked to the car window, her voice softer than usual.

"Does it look bad? I thought about it for a long time after I got back yesterday, and I felt that my previous style was too childish. I plan to change my style from now on. I'm actually not very good at choosing clothes; I just wear whatever comes to mind."

"It's great. You look much more demure now, which suits your name perfectly. Shen Wanyu—gentle and quiet! When I first saw you in the cafeteria before, I really didn't associate you with this name."

"Do you like my look?" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, as if she were waiting for a very important answer.

Lin Feng coughed lightly at her question. "It's fine, let's get in the car first, or we'll miss our flight."

Shen Wanyu smiled slightly, opened the passenger door, and sat down, placing her small backpack on her lap.

The car drove away from the west gate of Yenching University, through the streets of Kyoto, and headed towards the airport.

Along the way, Shen Wanyu was noticeably more talkative than before. She took the initiative to ask Lin Feng what his company did, whether he was usually busy with work, what he liked to eat, and what type of girl he liked.

When asked if he had a girlfriend, Raymond Lam hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "Yes." Shen Wanyu's reaction was quite calm; she simply nodded and said, "I guessed so," then turned to look at the rapidly receding street scene outside the car window, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked another question.

"So what kind of person is your girlfriend? Is she good to you? I'm not being nosy, I just want to know what kind of person is good enough for you. Someone like you should find a really great girl so you won't be at a loss."

"She's great. Lively, cheerful, and kind-hearted. You two... well, it's nothing!" Lin Feng really wanted to say that you two knew each other, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

Shen Wanyu didn't press further, but simply hummed in agreement and leaned back in her seat, looking out the window.

The car sped along the airport expressway, with the green belts on both sides rushing past.

Upon arriving at the airport waiting area, Shen Wanyu returned after checking in her luggage. Standing before Lin Feng with her hands behind her back, she seemed to be preparing something very important. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke, her tone tinged with a mixture of shyness and earnestness in her request.

"Raymond Lam, could you give me a farewell hug? Just as a way of thanking you for everything you've done for me these past few days. I know this request is a bit presumptuous, and your girlfriend might be unhappy if she finds out. But I just want... just a hug. Just one."

Lin Feng looked at her bright eyes, framed by her bangs, and opened his arms to pull her into his embrace. He intended to give her a quick hug and then let go, but Shen Wanyu's hands clung tightly to his waist, and she buried her face in his chest, leaning against him.

She closed her eyes in his arms, feeling the body temperature and heartbeat of this man she had only known for a few days, yet who had completely disarmed her.

She gently gripped the fabric of his shirt on the back of his shirt and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Lin Feng, you have a really reassuring scent about you. I've never felt this way before. When I get back to Hohai University, I'm going to chase after you, hehehe."

Before Lin Feng could react, she tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the cheek. She let go, took two steps back, waved at him with a smug smile, and ran towards the security checkpoint.

She ran a few steps and then looked back at him, her eyes, no longer hidden by smoky makeup, were full of laughter.

Lin Feng stood there, raised his hand to touch the cheek that she had just kissed, and watched her figure disappear into the crowd at the security checkpoint.

It took him a while to come to his senses. He shook his head and walked towards the parking lot.

After getting into the car, he didn't start the engine immediately. He leaned back in the driver's seat, looking at the traffic on the airport expressway outside the windshield, his mind replaying the words Shen Wanyu had just said.

It seems this trip to Kyoto has left me with another emotional debt that I can never repay.

I turned the steering wheel to the left, stepped on the gas, and merged into the traffic heading towards the hotel. There was one last thing I needed to do that afternoon: go find Shen Qianqian.

I wonder what has become of this girl after staying in Kyoto for so long.