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

When Raymond Lam returned to the hotel, Xu Momo was still there.

The other person was wearing a black lace nightgown with a white hotel bathrobe casually draped over it. The belt was loosely tied at the waist, and the neckline was wide open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin below the collarbone and that alluring cleavage.

Barefoot on the carpet, she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at photos taken at Sanqing Mountain today on her new phone when she saw Lin Feng push the door open and come in. She immediately put down her phone and went to greet him, took the car keys from his hand and put them on the shoe cabinet, and then helped him take off his coat and hang it up.

"You're back? Did you send Wanyu away?" Xu Momo asked as she poured Lin Feng a glass of ice water and brought it over.

Then she naturally sat down next to him, curled her legs up and rested them on the sofa armrest, the hem of her bathrobe slipped to one side, revealing two slender legs covered in a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings.

Lin Feng took the water glass, took a sip, and leaned back on the sofa, watching her. "We're boarding the plane! I booked this hotel for half a month, and there are still more than ten days left. You can stay here if you want. I won't be coming back after that; I have some things to take care of."

Xu Momo's smile visibly froze for a moment.

She put her legs off the sofa, sat up straight, and unconsciously tightened her grip on the belt of her bathrobe. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but dared not speak.

Finally, she just looked down at her fingers and said in a calm tone, trying hard to suppress her emotions, "Are you leaving? Didn't we agree to stay in Kyoto for several days? I thought... I thought I could spend a few more days with you. I've gotten used to waking up every morning to see you these past few days, and suddenly having to leave leaves me feeling a little empty. Although I know you must have a lot of things to do and can't stay in Kyoto forever, I just..." She didn't finish her sentence, but just clenched her fingers tighter.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, watching her anxious and uncertain expression, and felt a sense of satisfaction. Although this girl was materialistic, her emotions were genuine—at least at this moment.

Whether it was genuine emotion or skillful acting, as a kept woman, her performance was indeed very competent. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his fingers gliding lightly through it. "It's not like I'm not coming back. I'm going to pick up my girlfriend first, spend two days with her in Kyoto, and then go back to Hohai University. Do you want to come back to Hohai with me?"

"Yes! I'll follow you wherever you go. Anyway, I don't have any ties here, I can just call home. As long as you don't mind me getting in your way, I'll be fine with you by my side." Xu Momo blurted out almost without thinking, then realized she had answered too quickly. She lowered her head shyly, her ears turning slightly red.

She thought to herself quickly that although Hehai was not as prosperous as Kyoto, Lin Feng was there, and judging from what he had said before, his business in Hehai was not small.

If you go back with him, your life won't be any worse than in Kyoto.

More importantly, she really can't bear to part with him now.

"Okay. Then you can check into the hotel first, and call me when you get to Hohai. Take a good rest here these few days." Lin Feng stood up, straightened his shirt collar, and walked to the window to look at the street scene of Kyoto at noon.

The sunlight bathed the entire city in a bright and warm glow, while the glass curtain walls of the CBD in the distance reflected dazzling light.

She turned and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll take a shower first. Can you help me unpack my suitcase?"

Xu Momo immediately followed, adjusting the water temperature for him, placing a clean bath towel on the rack, and taking out the clothes he was going to wear that day from the closet, ironing and hanging them up.

The movements were very skillful. In just a few days, he had figured out all of Raymond Lam's habits: shirts had to be ironed to the cuffs, pants had to be folded into specific creases, and the colors of belts and shoes had to be matched.

When Raymond Lam came out of the shower, she had already neatly packed her suitcase.

The suitcase wasn't big. Inside, besides Lin Feng's own clothes, were several packets of Kyoto specialty snacks, a bottle of Cistanche deserticola nutrient solution, and a peace charm that she had secretly obtained for him at the prayer hall yesterday, wrapped in red silk and placed in the innermost layer of the suitcase.

She helped Lin Feng carry his suitcase downstairs, stood in front of the revolving door, and watched him open the taxi door. Sunlight streamed in from behind, making her figure, dressed in a Chanel trench coat, appear exceptionally tall and slender.

Standing next to the tall green plant at the hotel entrance, she held the limited edition LV bag he had bought for her in both hands, her fingers tightly gripping the strap, and she tried to smile. But from Lin Feng's angle, he could see a little bit of something glistening in the corner of her eyes.

It seems she really can't bear to part with him...

After the taxi started moving, Lin Feng watched her figure grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until it was finally blocked by the revolving door.

Turning his head and leaning back in his seat, he took out his phone and called Shen Qianqian. Shen Qianqian's study tour officially ended today. When she received Lin Feng's call, she was so excited that she almost dropped her phone into the pool. She chattered on and on, saying that they had visited several large companies and audited two classes at Kyoto University, and that they had gained a lot.

She gave him an address and asked Lin Feng to pick her up at the entrance of Kyoto University.

After hanging up the phone, she quickly touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, re-tied her hair, pulled her collar down a bit, and then skipped and hopped towards the school gate.

Lin Feng arrived at the gate of Kyoto University by car. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Shen Qianqian standing under the ginkgo tree at the school gate, talking to a boy.

She wore a light pink knitted cardigan over a white camisole, and a dark blue pleated mini skirt that reached just above her knees. Her long, gleaming white legs extended from beneath the skirt, and she wore white canvas shoes.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, with slightly curled ends. She wore delicate light makeup and a clear lip gloss, making her look exceptionally sweet and charming in the autumn sunlight.

Her two full breasts were raised high under the restraint of the suspenders, making the neckline of the knitted cardigan slightly tight. The boy in front of her was quite tall, wearing a light gray long-sleeved shirt, with an expensive-looking watch on his wrist. His features were flawless, and his hair was neatly combed back. He was indeed quite handsome.

Shen Qianqian looked up at him, still saying something, and he responded with a smile. The two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.