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

Shen Qianqian took Lin Feng around Kyoto University for the entire morning.

Holding Lin Feng's hand, she walked through every place she had stayed for several months: the library covered in ivy, the window seat in the study room where she would get up early every day to reserve a spot, the tree-lined path behind the teaching building filled with ginkgo trees, and the spicy hot pot stall in the cafeteria that she loved to order from.

Pointing to a window seat on the third floor of the library, her tone carried a hint of barely concealed pride.

"Look at that spot, that's where I study every day. I get up at 6:30 in the morning to reserve a seat, and if I'm late, it's taken. You can see the entire campus's ginkgo forest outside the window, and it's especially beautiful when the trees are full of golden leaves in autumn. Sometimes when I get tired of studying, I'll just lie there and daydream, thinking, 'I wish you could sit next to me.' Once, a boy sat in the empty seat next to me and looked at me several times, so I moved my book over there to tell him that the seat was taken—actually, it wasn't; I just didn't want anyone else to sit there."

"And what about that boy later? Did you scare him away?"

"Of course he ran away. I told him my boyfriend practices Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and as soon as he heard that, he grabbed his books and left." She made up the lie with a straight face, but the sly glint in the corner of her eye betrayed her.

Lin Feng smiled and lightly brushed her nose. She stuck out her tongue and then pulled him toward the playground.

Pointing to the rubber track on the playground, she said that she comes here to run every night. After running, she sends messages to Lin Feng from the bench next to him. Sometimes he replies slowly, so she waits while counting the stars in the sky.

Lin Feng put his arm around her shoulder and said that she wouldn't have to count stars anymore, and she could see him anytime she wanted.

Lin Feng took photos for her with his phone, and Shen Qianqian checked each photo several times. If a photo didn't look good, it had to be retaken.

She stood under a ginkgo tree and asked Raymond Lam to take a full-body photo of her. After he finished, she ran over to look at the screen, frowned, and said that the photo made her legs look short, so she asked him to take another one.

Lin Feng squatted down and took another picture from a different angle. She nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's more like it." Lin Feng stood up and ruffled her hair.

"You have quite a lot of demands."

"Of course! You have so many photos of me on your phone, every single one has to be good-looking, there can't be any embarrassing moments." She looked up at him as she said this, her eyes filled with a hint of spoiled arrogance.

Lin Feng was amused by her absurd logic and laughed out loud. On the tree-lined path in front of the library, Lin Feng took pictures of her for a whole morning, and his phone album had dozens more photos.

"Lin Feng, do you think I'll miss this place after I go back? I've been here for so long. At first, I wanted to go back to Hohai University every day, but now that I'm leaving, I'm actually a little reluctant to go. I won't see these trees, this road, or that seat in the study room anymore. That's how people are; when they're in a place, they always think about leaving, but when they actually leave, they feel reluctant to go."

"You can come anytime you want. Transportation is so convenient now, you can stay a few more days next time. You can still stay in that window seat, and I'll keep you company. Let's see who dares to take my spot."

Shen Qianqian nestled into his arms, pressed her face against his chest, and nodded gently. The two of them ate lunch in the cafeteria.

Shen Qianqian insisted that Lin Feng try her favorite spicy hot pot, so she ordered a huge bowl, piled high with beef slices, shrimp paste, lotus root slices, enoki mushrooms, and potatoes.

While eating, she shared interesting stories about her study tour with Raymond Lam. She mentioned that one of the boys in her group cried because of the spiciness of the spicy hot pot for the first time, and it took him three bottles of yogurt to recover. She laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of fatty beef and put it into Lin Feng's bowl, then picked up a piece of shrimp paste and ate it himself, his cheeks bulging and his mouth still smeared with bright red chili oil.

After dinner, Shen Qianqian took Lin Feng to the deluxe single dormitory she had stayed in during her study tour. The room was small but very clean, and there were several photos on the wall that she had brought from Hohai University. One of them was a photo of the two of them by Sayram Lake in Xinjiang, with the unreal blue lake water in the background.

There was also a selfie taken in a cave in Qingyuan, where the two of them were standing in front of stalactites, her head slightly leaning against Lin Feng's shoulder. Shen Qianqian pointed to the photo of the cave and suddenly laughed.

The larger pieces of luggage were packed in advance and sent back to Hohai University by express delivery. The remaining items were packed into a small suitcase and a small backpack.

Lin Feng helped her carry her suitcase downstairs, followed behind with his small backpack. When they reached the dormitory building, he looked back at the small building where he had lived for a whole month, whispered "Goodbye," and waved goodbye.

The two of them went to a hotel and booked a room.

The room is on a high floor, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the Kyoto skyline.

As soon as the door closed, Shen Qianqian threw herself into Lin Feng's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

"I'm going crazy. I didn't realize it when I saw you every day before, but these past few months I've missed you every single day. At night, lying alone in my dorm bed, I look through our old photos, and I feel like crying. A few times I almost called you, but then I saw it was already past midnight, and I was afraid of disturbing your sleep. I don't want to distract you from all that you're busy with, but I really miss you so much. You're not allowed to leave me alone for so long again. I don't care, but next time there's a long study trip like this, you have to come see me at least once."

Lin Feng picked her up and placed her on the bed. He lowered his head and kissed her from her lips all the way down to her collarbone, his fingers covering her through her thin tank top.

The other person let out a muffled groan, their body trembling slightly beneath him.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Lin Feng restrained himself, remembering his plans for the afternoon, and agreed to take her to the Summer Palace.

Shen Qianqian changed her clothes and took out a light blue floral dress from her suitcase to put on.

The dress had a V-neck design, and the neckline wasn't too low, but it couldn't withstand the large curves of her breasts. The V-neck was stretched slightly tight, and the deep cleavage below her collarbone was faintly visible at the edge of the neckline.

The skirt reached her calves, and a thin white belt was tied around her waist, making her slender waist even more prominent. She turned around in front of the mirror, tilted her head to look at the faint cleavage on her chest in the mirror, pouted and sighed.

"This dress fit perfectly when I bought it, but now it's too tight in the chest area. It's all your fault; it wasn't this big before, but somehow it's kept growing since we got together. Last week I tried on several dresses at the mall, and every single one of them was so tight in the chest area. The sales assistant even thought I was deliberately wearing a small size. Do you think I should buy a whole new set of clothes?"

"It's good that you're older now. I'll take you to the mall when we get back, and you can buy as much as you want."

"You said it, no take-backs. I need to buy several dresses and some new underwear; all my old sizes don't fit anymore." She slapped away Lin Feng's hands that were messing with her waist, unable to suppress a smile, but saying things she didn't mean.

Lin Feng leaned against the door frame, watching her look both annoyed and smug, and gently pinched her waist.