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

Lin Feng was bumped into by her and instinctively reached out to catch her.

Shen Wanyu wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and she clung to him, the hem of her nightgown flipped up to reveal a section of her smooth thigh. She had just taken a shower, her hair still half-wet, the sweet scent of shower gel mixed with the damp steam filling his nostrils.

"How long has it been since you last came to see me?" Shen Wanyu buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled and tinged with grievance.

"I've been busy lately." Lin Feng lifted her hips and walked a few steps into the yard, closing the gate behind him. "Loosen your legs first."

"Not loose."

There was a small pavilion in the courtyard, with several warm-colored string lights hanging from its ceiling, casting a soft, dim light. Lin Feng walked into the pavilion, supporting her with one hand and patting her lower back with the other. "Get down first, I have something important to tell you."

"No." Shen Wanyu tightened her grip on his arm, rested her chin on his shoulder, and clamped her legs around his waist, refusing to let go. "What important matter can't be discussed like this?"

"How can I explain this to you?"

"Why can't we talk? You can say what you want, and I'll hang up."

Lin Feng didn't waste any more words with her, raised his hand... his voice was crisp and clear in the quiet courtyard.

"Hey—" Shen Wanyu twisted her body, "Why did you hit me!"

"Are you coming down or not?"

"It won't go down!"

The force was a bit heavier than before. "Disobedient again? Then I'm leaving."

Shen Wanyu reluctantly loosened her legs, slid off him, and stood on the anti-corrosion wooden floor of the pavilion. Her bare feet felt a little cold, and her toes curled up slightly.

Looking up at Lin Feng, her lips slightly pouting, she said, "Couldn't you hug me for a while before we get down to business? You finally came all this way, and you come right up to me and start hitting me."

"Who told you to disobey me?" Lin Feng sat down in the rattan chair.

Shen Wanyu sat down next to him, curled her legs up and tucked them under the armrest, tilted her head and looked at him, "Speak, what important business is it that you came here in the middle of the night?"

"Qianqian told you about going to Happy Valley tomorrow, right?"

"She said so. She called me this afternoon, she was so excited, saying someone was finally taking her." Shen Wanyu twirled a strand of hair around her finger twice. "Are you here to pick me up?"

"Yes. I'll go pick up Qianqian first, then I'll come pick you up."

Shen Wanyu blinked, stopping after winding a strand of hair around her finger for the third time. "Does Qianqian know about us?"

"I don't know." Lin Feng leaned back in his chair. "She doesn't know we've met either."

Shen Wanyu's expression shifted, her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something but swallowed it back. She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a few seconds, then looked up, her expression composed. "You mean, tomorrow in front of her, I have to pretend I don't know you?"

"Pretty much. Just don't let her find out anything between us."

"Then what am I?" Shen Wanyu's tone carried an indescribable quality; it wasn't a question, but more like she was talking to herself.

But before Lin Feng could answer, she waved her hand and changed her tone, "Never mind, we'll talk about this later. I know my limits—I won't tell you unless she asks me, and I won't tell you even if she asks."

Seeing how readily she agreed, Lin Feng glanced at her again. Shen Wanyu usually seemed carefree and easygoing, wearing her heart on her sleeve, but when it really mattered, she was reliable.

Shen Wanyu hugged her knees with both hands, resting her chin on them, her hair falling down to cover half of her face. The neckline of her nightgown was pulled down even lower because of the commotion, revealing a patch of white skin below her collarbone, which shimmered softly in the warm glow of the string lights.

Lin Feng looked away, staring at the cup on the table, and said, "Are you sure? Don't mess it up tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it," Shen Wanyu lifted her face from her knees and looked directly at him. "If I can't even act this well, how can I be your little lover in the future?"

Hearing this joke, Lin Feng pouted helplessly.

Seeing that he believed her, Shen Wanyu leaned forward, her eyes crinkling into a smile. Her previous serious expression vanished, replaced by a sly grin. "Then let me ask you something—since I've cooperated with you so much, is there any reward?"

What do you want?

Shen Wanyu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then tapped her chin twice with her finger. "Save it for now. I'll ask you for it again when I've thought it through."

"Don't give me any big trouble."

"I promise I won't." Shen Wanyu held up three fingers, making a vow gesture. "When have I ever cheated you? Just tell me if you agree or not."

Lin Feng glanced at her, but couldn't discern anything from her expression.

In either case, he won't get any information out of them no matter how much he keeps asking.

"Okay," he said, "I'll grant you one request, as long as it's within my power."

Shen Wanyu's eyes lit up, and the smile on her lips became more pronounced, but she didn't continue speaking. She simply nodded, ending the conversation.

Lin Feng checked the time, stood up, and said, "It's getting late, I have to go back."

"Leaving already?" Shen Wanyu stood up, her smile vanishing instantly. "You've only been sitting here for less than ten minutes."

"I need to pick up Qianqian early tomorrow morning, and I still need to prepare some things when I get back."

"Then you don't have to be in such a hurry," Shen Wanyu stood in front of him, looking up at him. "Every time you come, you just say a few words and leave. This isn't a hotel."

"I'm not staying at the hotel yet."

"Then you might as well stay in a hotel. At least you have to check in before you leave." Shen Wanyu realized her words were a bit inappropriate, her face flushing slightly, but she didn't stop talking. "Can't you sit a little longer? Ten minutes?"

"First thing tomorrow morning—"

"Five minutes," Shen Wanyu interrupted him. "Just five minutes. I won't bother you. You can just sit there. I'll get you a glass of water, and you can leave after you've finished it."

Without waiting for Lin Feng's reply, she turned and ran towards the kitchen, her slippers making a series of hurried sounds on the wooden floor. Lin Feng stood in the gazebo, watching her figure disappear in the direction of the villa's back door, shook his head, and sat back down in the wicker chair.

Less than two minutes later, Shen Wanyu jogged back with a glass of water.

He placed the cup on the table in front of Lin Feng, but didn't sit down. Instead, he stood to the side with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.

Lin Feng finished his water, and Shen Wanyu stood up as well. This time, she didn't stop him, but simply followed him towards the door. When they reached the door, Lin Feng turned to look at her. "You can go in now, no need to see me off."

Shen Wanyu leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, her nightgown swaying gently in the night breeze. She looked at him for two seconds, then released her arms and took a step forward.

"Then kiss me again." Her voice was soft, with a hint of pleading, "Like last time."

Lin Feng stood on the steps at the entrance without moving.

Before he could respond, Shen Wanyu took another step forward, reducing the distance between them to less than a foot.

"I can't kiss you in front of Qianqian tomorrow," she said, "so let's have one in advance tonight."

Lin Feng reached out and put his arm around her waist, then lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Shen Wanyu responded almost immediately.

Her lips parted, her tongue darted out, one hand hooked around his neck, the other grasped his shirt at his waist, her body pressed tightly against his, and through the thin silk nightgown he could feel the warmth and curves of her body.

After kissing for about ten seconds, her breathing became more and more rapid, and she made soft humming sounds from her nose. Suddenly, she grabbed the hand on her waist, pulled it up, and pressed it directly against her chest.

Through the silk fabric...

Her lips left his by a few centimeters, her warm breath spraying onto his chin, her voice so low it was almost a whisper.

"Lin Feng, you can touch it."