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

Just then!

The sound of the bedroom door opening came from outside, followed by the sound of slippers stepping on the wooden floor.

Pat, pat, step by step, walking from the side-lying direction towards this side.

I walked to the bathroom door, paused for a moment, and then the bathroom door was pushed open and closed again.

A little while later, the bathroom door opened, and the sound of slippers came from the bathroom towards the side bedroom. The footsteps slowed down as they passed the master bedroom door.

Lin Feng held his breath.

The footsteps stopped at the door of the master bedroom.

She paused for about two or three seconds, then continued walking towards the side bedroom, and then closed the door to the side bedroom.

Until this point!

Zhou Mei also let out a long breath.

As if he had been holding it in for a long time, he reached his hand out from under the blanket and patted the back of Lin Feng's hand that was outside the blanket.

"My mom must have just come out." Her voice was even lower than before, almost a whisper. "She was checking if you were in my bedroom. She's incredibly suspicious!"

Zhou Mei pulled the blanket up to cover the exposed lace neckline. She turned to face Lin Feng.

The light from the bedside lamp shone from behind her, casting shadows on her face, but her eyes were bright.

"Thank you so much for today's trouble."

Lin Feng shook his head. "No trouble at all, Zhou—"

Before he could even utter the word "teacher," Zhou Mei's hand suddenly reached out from under the blanket and pressed against his lips.

Her fingers were cool, the tips pressed against his lips, and the heel of her palm against his chin. She held the index finger of her other hand in front of her lips, making a "shh" sound.

Then he pointed in the direction of the door.

Lin Feng nodded. When Zhou Mei removed her finger from his lips, her fingertip brushed against his lower lip, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Only then did he swallow those two words back.

Zhou Mei shifted her body closer to him. The mattress sank slightly, and the distance between them increased from a pillow's width to half an arm's length.

The faint scent of shower gel wafted over, and the soft outline of her collarbone was revealed in the dim light. A thin black lace strap draped over her collarbone, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

"Keep your voice down, don't let my mom hear you." Her lips were almost touching Lin Feng's ear, and her breath tickled his earlobe.

Lin Feng nodded. His back was pressed against the edge of the bed; if he leaned back even an inch, he would fall off. Zhou Mei pulled the blanket closer to him, covering his exposed shoulders.

The two lay facing each other, about an arm's length apart. The light from the bedside lamp spilled from behind Zhou Mei, casting a hazy outline of her hair scattered on the pillow.

"My parents have introduced me to several blind dates before." Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself. "Once, I really couldn't refuse, so I paid someone to pretend to be my boyfriend. But my dad saw through him after talking to the person for less than ten minutes."

Lin Feng's lips curled into a slight smile. "How did you find out?"

"My dad asked him what he did for a living, and he said IT. My dad asked him what specific area he did, and he said programming. My dad then asked if he did front-end or back-end development, and he stammered and couldn't answer. Later he admitted that I spent 500 yuan to find him a job in a part-time job group."

Lin Feng suppressed a laugh, his shoulders trembling slightly. Seeing him trying to hold back his laughter, Zhou Mei couldn't help but smile herself.

I reached out and pinched his arm lightly.

"You're still laughing."

"Luckily you taught me beforehand when Uncle asked me about Tianlong Group."

"You're the first one who wasn't exposed."

"Looks like my acting wasn't bad. By the way, Ms. Zhou, why are you so afraid of blind dates?"

Zhou Mei lowered her eyes, and after several seconds she spoke, her voice even softer than before. "What's so great about getting married and having children? Being single is so much freer. You can do whatever you want, without having to discuss it with another person, without having to accommodate another person's habits, and without having to change your own pace for another person."

After saying that, he fell silent!

Lin Feng didn't ask any further questions. The bedroom fell silent, with the air conditioner vents emitting a soft buzzing sound.

After about ten seconds, Zhou Mei looked up. "And you? How come you were so skilled at ordering food at the restaurant today? Those etiquette rules—putting serving chopsticks on the chopstick rest after use, and lowering your glass than the elders when toasting—where did you learn all that?"

Lin Feng pursed his lips. "That's my secret."

Zhou Mei's eyes lit up, like a curious little glutton, and she moved her body a little closer to him, reducing the distance between them from half an arm's length to less than a palm's width.

"What secret? Tell me." Her tone changed; it didn't sound like a teacher asking a student, but more like a young couple.

Lin Feng shook his head.

"Will you tell me or not?" Zhou Mei's hand reached out from under the blanket and pinched the flesh on his side.

She pinched his waist with her fingers, not too hard, but in the right spot, exactly where Su Mengya had pinched him last time.

Lin Feng jerked back, his hand instinctively reaching out to block. His hand touched Zhou Mei's hand under the blanket, and their hands intertwined. He tried to pull back, but she followed, and the blanket was lifted slightly by their movements.

The air conditioner blew in cold air, but no one felt the chill.

The lace fabric felt slippery and clung to his fingers. It touched the small patch of skin peeking out from the neckline, the lace pattern of the bra digging into his fingertips.

When this thought entered Lin Feng's mind, his hand froze instantly. His fingers remained in the same gripping position, and the warmth of his body seeped through the thin lace.

Zhou Mei's body went limp.

His waist slumped down slightly, his entire upper body sinking towards the direction of his palm. His lips parted slightly, and he exhaled, the breath landing on Lin Feng's chin.

Lin Feng lost his balance.

He was already lying close to the edge of the bed, and after placing his palm on her chest, his center of gravity shifted forward, and he pressed his whole body against her.

The weight of the two people caused the mattress to sag.

Lin Feng's face hovered above hers.

The light from the bedside lamp shone from behind her, and two blushes appeared on her aloof face, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears.

This reminded Lin Feng of the last time they were on this bed. That time, she was drugged and burning hot, clinging to his neck and pressing herself against him.

He slapped himself before he stopped.

But this time Zhou Mei was sober.

Lin Feng's voice was forced out from his throat, hoarse and unlike his own. "Teacher Zhou, I...I didn't mean to!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Mei raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck. Her fingers ran through the hair at the back of his head, her fingertips slightly curling together.

Her lips pressed against his lips.

Her lips were soft, with a hint of toothpaste mint flavor. Her tongue slipped between his lips and touched his tongue.

"Consider this your payment for today." The voice escaped between their lips, "Don't tell anyone after tonight."

After saying that, he kissed her again.

This time she used more force than before, tightening her arms around his neck, and her other hand reached up his back, her five fingers spread and pressed against the middle of his shoulder blade.

Her leg moved slightly under the covers, her knee brushing against his side. The hem of her black lace nightgown was very short; when she moved her leg, the hem slipped up, revealing a small patch of skin covered in black stockings at the top of her thigh.

Lin Feng's hand moved away from her chest and slid down her side. His fingers traced the outline of her ribs, followed the curve of her waist, and landed on her hip bone.

The fabric of the black lace nightgown wrinkled in his palm. The skin on his waist was smooth, and his fingers moved over it with almost no resistance.

Zhou Mei moved her lips away from his mouth and kissed down his jawline, lightly touching his Adam's apple with the tip of her tongue before continuing down to the spot where his shirt collar was.

He pulled his hand away from his back, touched the top button of his shirt, pinched the button with his fingers, and put it through the buttonhole.

The first button is undone...

Lin Feng's chest was exposed to the warm light of the bedside lamp. After practicing yoga for several years, he had defined pectoral muscles, and the direction of muscle fibers could be seen under the skin, extending from the sternum to the armpits.

Lin Feng moved his hand away from her hip bone and onto her thigh, slowly moving it upwards along the inner thigh.

Zhou Mei's breathing suddenly became heavy. She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into it, and her eyes became somewhat unfocused...