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

Shen Wanyu's brain completely stopped functioning for a second.

She could feel his lips pressing against hers, carrying the faint scent of pool water and his own warmth. Her eyes widened, her vision filled only with Lin Feng's magnified features and the blurry entryway light behind him. Her eyelashes trembled rapidly a few times, then she froze, as if nailed to a wall.

Not knowing where to put his hands, he first gripped the hem of his pants, then let go, his fingers unconsciously clenching at the side of his leg, as if trying to grab onto something to steady himself.

Finally, it was raised and suspended in front of Lin Feng's chest, palms facing outwards, fingers slightly spread—a posture of wanting to push it away but not daring to. Her knees were a little weak, and her back slid down the wall a little, only to be supported again by Lin Feng's hand on her shoulder.

They are completely uncooperative.

Her lips were tightly pressed together, her teeth clenched, and her breath came out rapidly from her nose, hot against Lin Feng's face. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it herself, thumping and pounding, fast and erratic.

I could feel my face burning, the heat spreading from my cheekbones all the way to my ears, and even the skin exposed at my neckline turned pink.

"Open your mouth."

Lin Feng's voice came from very close by, carrying a hint of command. Shen Wanyu's lips unconsciously parted. But she still didn't know how to respond. Her teeth clumsily bumped against Lin Feng's lips, her tongue retracted, her breathing became completely disordered, her breath was rapid and shallow, and there was even a very faint sob.

Then she felt Lin Feng's hand cover her chest.

Through the thin fabric of her sports vest, the warmth of his palms emanated from her. Shen Wanyu's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted. Her hands finally found their purpose.

He shoved Lin Feng hard in the chest, pushing him back a step, almost a reflexive shove.

Both of them were panting.

Shen Wanyu pressed her back tightly against the wall, one hand covering her chest, the fingertips of the other pressed against her lips. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Lin Feng, her face flushed from her cheekbones to her ears, even her neck was tinged with a faint pink.

I gently rubbed my finger against my lips and touched a mark that had been bumped by my teeth; it felt numb and a little painful.

"I..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but only managed to utter a syllable before getting stuck. She could feel her fingers trembling, and the spot on her chest where he had touched was still burning.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Lin Feng couldn't help but smile. He straightened his disheveled shirt collar, picked up the car keys on the shoe cabinet, and turned to push open the door.

"Get some rest," he said without turning his head, his tone clearly smiling.

Shen Wanyu leaned against the wall in the entryway, listening to Lin Feng's footsteps as he walked through the yard, the car door opening and closing, the engine starting and then gradually driving away. She just stood there, one hand covering her chest, the other fingertip pressed against her lips.

After about half a minute, she slowly squatted down and buried her burning face in her knees.

The sensation of that kiss still lingered on my lips. I had seen countless kissing scenes in movies and read countless descriptions of first kisses in novels, but when something like this happened to me, I even forgot how to breathe.

Her finger unconsciously touched her lips again, then immediately pulled it back as if she had been burned.

"Shen Wanyu, you're finished," she mumbled, her voice muffled by her knees, only she could hear it. "This is so embarrassing!"

He suddenly stood up and rushed out the door barefoot.

The paving stones in the yard were icy cold from the night wind, and she shivered as she stepped on them, but she didn't care at all. She ran all the way to the gate, grabbed the iron gate railing with both hands, and shouted loudly at the taillights of the car that had already driven some distance away.

"Raymond Lam! Remember to come with me to buy fish the day after tomorrow!"

The car didn't stop, but a hand reached out from the driver's side window and waved casually a couple of times.

Shen Wanyu stood at the courtyard gate, watching the pair of taillights disappear around the corner of the tree-lined path. The evening breeze lifted the hair that was loose on her shoulders, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.

She touched her lips with her fingertip again, then quickly put her hands behind her back, as if afraid of being seen by others.

……

When Lin Feng parked his car, his phone vibrated several times on the center console. He took out the key and picked it up to see a string of WeChat messages, all from Shen Wanyu.

The first message is a missed voice call notification, followed by a text message.

"Raymond Lam, you stole my first kiss."

You have to take responsibility for me.

Don't pretend you didn't see it.

……

Lin Feng leaned back in the driver's seat and smiled at the screen.

Before he could reply, another message popped up: "That was my first kiss, do you know that? I've never been in a relationship in all these years in Kyoto, and I've kept my first kiss until you took it like this."

He typed back, "You flirted with me first."

The other end replied instantly: "You kiss me just because I tease you? Why didn't you kiss me back when I kissed your cheek?"

"That time you ambushed me; I didn't have time to react."

"I didn't react this time either!" Shen Wanyu followed with a series of exclamation marks, then a brief silence. The "typing" message above the chat box flashed several times before finally sending a message.

"I really didn't know you would touch my breasts."

After a few seconds' pause, the next message followed: "I was a little nervous, so I pushed you away. Are you angry?"

Looking at the words, Lin Feng could imagine her expression when she typed them. She was probably huddled under the covers, her hair not completely dry, her face flushed, and after typing, she put her phone face down on the bed, too embarrassed to look at the reply.

This girl can say anything, like asking him to rub her breasts without hesitation, but when he actually touches her, her body's reaction is more honest than anything else.

That electric shock-like tremor, that complete freeze followed by a conditioned reflex of desperately pushing away—it can't be faked.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to scare her a little and typed back: "You're definitely angry. You pushed me away as soon as we touched, which means you physically reject me and don't like me at all."

The message was sent, and the phone screen went dark for a second before lighting up again. Shen Wanyu's voice call request popped up, and her avatar was flashing on the screen.

Lin Feng watched the screen light up for five seconds, then reached out and pressed the hang-up button.

"I'm going to wash up. You should go to bed early." After typing this, he silenced his phone, put it in his pocket, and got out of the car.

Upon entering, the entryway light was on.

Luo Ruoxi came out from the living room, wearing a beige loungewear dress, her hair loosely clipped back with a hair clip. She naturally took the car keys from Lin Feng and placed them on the tray on the shoe cabinet, then bent down to put the slippers next to his feet.

"You're back." She straightened up, glanced at Lin Feng, her gaze lingering for a second on his beach outfit. She didn't ask anything, but simply smiled. "Want to take a shower first? I'll prepare a change of clothes for you."

"Hmm." Lin Feng unbuttoned his shirt as he walked inside. His phone vibrated twice in his pocket, but he didn't take it out to look at it.

When he finished showering and changed into clean clothes, Luo Ruoxi had already placed a cup of warm honey grapefruit tea on the coffee table. She was sitting in a corner of the sofa with a half-read book on her lap. When she saw him coming over, she closed the book and put it aside.

Lin Feng sat down, took a sip of tea, and picked up his phone to browse. Shen Wanyu sent seven or eight more messages after he hung up the call.

Answer the phone.

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean to."

"I'm just nervous, give me some time to adjust."

"I already told you it's the first time someone has touched me there, so of course I'm going to react if you suddenly touch me."

This doesn't mean I don't like you.

"Raymond Lam, please don't ignore me."

……

The last message, sent five minutes later, read: "You're angry, aren't you? I was really wrong."

Lin Feng didn't reply, turning his phone face down on the sofa armrest. He turned to look at Luo Ruoxi, who was sitting quietly beside him with another cup of tea, neither glancing at his screen nor asking where he had been that day.

"How have you been lately?" Lin Feng asked.

"As usual, the club is progressing smoothly, nothing special." Luo Ruoxi placed her teacup on the saucer and casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "But you, you've been so busy lately, you've lost weight."

"Really?" Lin Feng touched his face.

"Yes." Luo Ruoxi's tone was very certain. She turned slightly to face him. "Do you want me to make some soup at home tomorrow? If you're free at noon, come back and have some. If you're not free, I'll deliver it to your office."

"No need for that. I'll check the time at noon."

"No trouble at all," Luo Ruoxi said, her tone calm but firm. She picked up her teacup and took a sip, then, as if remembering something, added, "Oh, by the way, I bought you a few shirts at the mall the other day. They're in the far right drawer of your wardrobe. Try them on later to see if they fit. If not, I'll exchange them."

Lin Feng nodded and took another sip of tea.

The sweetness of honey melted on her tongue, and the warm liquid slid down her throat, easing some of the fatigue of the day. Leaning back on the sofa, Luo Ruoxi sat less than an arm's length away from him, and waved her hand, causing him to lean closer.

Smelling the scent of her bath perfume, he had planned to doze off for a while before replying to Shen Wanyu's message, but a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he quickly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Shen Wanyu lay on her bed, staring at the chat box with Lin Feng, biting her lip, still waiting for his reply.