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

The steam from the hot pot dissipated and gathered again in the room, and the white mist on the windowpane grew thicker and thicker, obscuring the night view of the river and sea outside into a blurry halo.

Ma Qingqing had already changed her clothes and came out.

The air conditioning was on full blast, the cool air mingling with the steam from the hot pot in the center of the living room, creating a delicate balance. When Wang Yue put down the beer bottle, her tank top clung to her body from the air conditioning, the black fabric clearly outlining the contours of her chest.

"Let's play another round." She rearranged the cards. "This time, we're changing the rules. The loser takes off their clothes and drinks, and the winner decides who takes off their clothes in the next round."

Ma Qingqing, wrapped in her coat and leaning against the corner of the sofa, pulled her coat even tighter after hearing this. "How come your rules are getting more and more outrageous?"

"Do you dare?"

Ma Qingqing glanced at Lin Feng, who didn't seem to care. She bit her lower lip, draped her coat over her shoulders, and sat up straight again. "Fine, I'm coming."

The cards were dealt quickly. Ma Qingqing's luck was inconsistent, but after a few drinks, she became bolder. This time, she had good luck, playing two straights in a row, and then, taking advantage of Wang Yue's inattention, she threw a bomb, sealing off Wang Yue's hand.

Wang Yue put down her cards, glanced at Lin Feng, and said, "Mr. Lin, your teamwork is terrible. I played three single cards in a row and you didn't take them."

"I have no cards left." Lin Feng spread out the remaining cards, which were indeed all random cards.

Wang Yue leaned back on the sofa, reached behind her, and unbuttoned her suspender vest. The vest slipped off her shoulders, revealing a dark purple lace bra underneath.

Her skin was covered in tiny bumps from the cold air from the air conditioner. The lace edge of her bra clung to her chest, lifting her full breasts high. The skin below her collarbone was dazzlingly white under the light.

He folded his vest and placed it on the sofa armrest, then sat up straight again. "Let's continue. I'm going to win this round."

Seeing Wang Yue undress so readily, Ma Qingqing felt a little embarrassed. Then, remembering that she had won the previous round, she suddenly felt a bit regretful.

But the words have already been spoken, and there's no going back.

In the next few hands, the situation became completely chaotic. Wang Yue lost another round, and she took off her bra and threw it on the other side of the sofa. Ma Qingqing lost twice; once she took off her tank top, and the other time she unhooked her bra but covered her chest with her arm.

Lin Feng lost once and took off his shirt.

The temperature in the living room seemed a few degrees higher than before. The chili oil in the pot was still bubbling, four beer bottles were already empty, and Ma Qingqing's cheeks were flushed with the effects of alcohol, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears.

Leaning against the sofa armrest, her arm was still protecting her chest, but her fingers had unconsciously loosened a little.

Wang Yue sat cross-legged on the sofa, wearing only a pair of light gray cotton underwear. She turned her head to look at Lin Feng and said, "Mr. Lin, you've already taken off your clothes, when are you going to take off your pants?"

"What's the rush?" Lin Feng picked up the cards and shuffled them again. "Let's win one more round first."

In this round, Wang Yue and Lin Feng teamed up and completely dominated Ma Qingqing.

Ma Qingqing stared at the last single card in her hand, sighed, and lowered her arm. Her chest was fully exposed under the light; her skin was fair, and her two full breasts, though not large, were well-shaped.

He kept his head down, avoiding looking at the two people opposite him, and reached out to pick up a beer bottle from the side and took a big gulp.

Wang Yue patted her knee, "It looks pretty good, why hide it?"

Ma Qingqing put down the wine bottle and pushed Wang Yue with her other hand, saying, "Don't give me that, you're even more naked than I am."

Wang Yue chuckled but didn't reply.

Turning to the side, one hand rested on the back of the sofa, the other gently pressed against Lin Feng's thigh. "Mr. Lin, are you going to take your pants off or not?"

Lin Feng looked down at her, then at Ma Qingqing who was blushing and chugging beer next to him. He threw the cards in his hand onto the coffee table. "I'm not playing anymore. This game will never end if we keep playing."

Wang Yue's hand remained on his leg, not retracting. She looked up at him, a little beer foam still on her lips, and said, "Then let's not play cards."

As she spoke, she bent down and leaned closer, pressing her lips to his.

The kiss was short, carrying the slight bitterness of beer and the coolness of the air conditioning. My fingers slid up his thigh and stopped at the belt buckle.

Ma Qingqing watched this scene from the side, her beer bottle hanging in mid-air, unsure where to put it. She wanted to look away, but her gaze seemed fixed on her; she wanted to stand up and walk away, but her legs were too weak.

Lin Feng put one arm around Wang Yue's waist and reached out the other towards Ma Qingqing. Ma Qingqing hesitated for a few seconds, put the wine bottle on the coffee table, and slowly moved over.

Her fingers rested on his palm, which was sweaty but clenched tightly.

The white fog on the window thickened, blocking out everything outside, leaving only the steam from the hot pot in the living room and the mingling breaths.

Wang Yue was the most proactive one.

Ma Qingqing sat beside him, watching him, unsure of what to do, her hands clenched tightly on her knees.

Wang Yue turned her head and glanced at her. "What are you doing sitting there? Come here!"

Ma Qingqing moved forward slightly, her heart pounding like a drum, unsure where to put her fingers. Wang Yue took her hand and guided her to place it on Lin Feng's chest.

The air conditioner was still humming and blowing cold air, and Wang Yue had turned off the power to the hot pot sometime earlier. A thin film slowly condensed on the red oil in the pot.

Beer bottles were overturned on the coffee table, and playing cards were scattered all over the floor.

Ma Qingqing lowered her head and buried her face in Lin Feng's shoulder. When her lips touched the skin of his collarbone, she could feel herself trembling.

……

It was late at night.

It was already completely dark outside the window, and only a bedside lamp was on in the room, its warm yellow light making the walls look old.

The air conditioner was still running, but the blanket had already been kicked to the foot of the bed.

Wang Yue lay on her side, her face resting on her arm, her breathing steady. Ma Qingqing was curled up on the other side, her coat somehow pulled back and covering herself, leaving only a section of her shoulder and her hair scattered on the pillow.

Lin Feng lay in the middle, looking at the ceiling light.

I had planned to go back to my place to sleep tonight, but I ended up staying there all night.

The phone was on the bedside table, screen down, and remained dark.

He glanced at it from the side but didn't reach out to take it.

I turned over and put my arm over my eyes. The autumn in Hohai was not yet cool, but the night wind squeezed in through the cracks in the window, carrying a bit of chill.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt Ma Qingqing turn over and press her face against his back, her breathing gradually becoming even. Wang Yue was completely silent now, with only the air conditioner still humming, slowly suppressing the heat of the entire night.