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

Shen Qianqian leaned back in the passenger seat, wrapped Lin Feng's coat tighter around her, and tilted her head to the side of the car window.

The roadside trees outside the car window became fleeting silhouettes in the twilight. The streetlights hadn't come on yet, and the sky had already transitioned from orange-red to dark gray.

"Tired?" Lin Feng braked at a red light and turned to look at her.

"A little," Shen Qianqian said with her eyes closed, then opened them again, turned to look at him, "but I don't want to sleep. I was so happy today, I'll just sleep it off."

By the time the car stopped at Ye Qinghan's apartment complex, it was completely dark. A row of streetlights were on, casting an orange glow on the row of holly trees below, and several flying insects circled around the bulbs.

Shen Qianqian unbuckled her seatbelt, but didn't get out of the car. She sat in the passenger seat in silence for a while, then wrapped her fingers around the seatbelt webbing and loosened it again.

"My mom texted me then, saying she was taking a flight to Jiangnan Province that night, and had probably just left home not long ago." She looked at her fingers as she spoke. "She also called to ask how my day was going, and I said it was great. She told me to take care of me."

Lin Feng turned off the engine, removed the car keys, and turned to look at her. "So what did you say?"

"I told you not to worry about her, you've always taken good care of me." Shen Qianqian looked up, then unbuckled her seatbelt, turned to the side, placed one hand on the center console, and leaned over to kiss him.

My lips were a little drier than usual, but I moved very gently.

Lin Feng raised his hand and placed it on the back of her neck, his thumb gently pressing behind her ear. Her breathing rhythm slowly changed, from gentle to rapid, and her nose brushed against his cheek.

"My hair is still a little wet," she said between breaths, her voice muffled, her lips not quite leaving his skin. "I've soaked the car seats."

"It's already wet, so it won't make a difference."

Shen Qianqian gently bit the corner of his mouth, then stepped back a little, her nose still touching his. "Let's go up together."

The two people got out of the car, locked the car door, and went into the building.

The elevator numbers jumped down from the top floor one by one. Shen Qianqian leaned against the wall next to the elevator door, still wrapped in his coat, with her hands in the coat pockets.

She stepped into the elevator when the doors opened, leaned against the corner of the car, and looked up at the floor numbers jumping up.

When I got home, the light in the entryway wasn't on, and the house was a bit dark. I closed the door behind me, leaned against it, and untied my wet ponytail. My hair fell down and draped over my shoulders, with a few strands clinging to the side of my neck, glistening with tiny drops of water in the dim light.

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his again. This time, it was a little more forceful than in the car. Her fingers gently caressed the roots of his hair at the back of his head, her fingertips pulling his hair back to bring his face closer.

"My mom's not home tonight," she said between kisses, her tone indifferent. "Could you stay with me tonight?"

Shen Qianqian did not wait for Lin Feng's reply.

I untied my soaking wet ponytail completely, ran my fingers through the strands of hair and shook them. Water droplets splashed onto the door panel and the floor tiles in the entryway, shimmering in the dim light.

He took half a step forward, his chest pressed against hers through two thin layers of clothing, and his lips covered hers again. Feng's hand slid from the back of her neck to her back, feeling the outline of her underwear through her soaked short-sleeved shirt. The fabric was cool and slippery after absorbing water.

He didn't rush to explore further, but instead pressed against her shoulder blades through the fabric, pulling her closer to him. Shen Qianqian's fingers moved down his shirt, stopping at the belt buckle, her fingertips tracing the edge of the metal buckle.

Then she took a step back, grabbed his wrist, and led him into the living room.

The living room curtains were half-drawn, and the streetlights outside cast a narrow strip of light across the floor. She tripped over the coffee table leg and swayed slightly. Lin Feng reached out to steady her waist, and she leaned into his arms, turning her head to kiss his chin.

The two people moved from the living room to the bedroom doorway.

He leaned back against the doorframe, tilted his head back, and took a deep breath, his voice a few decibels lower than before, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Around nine o'clock."

"There's still plenty of time." He reached up and took off his soaking wet short-sleeved shirt from over his head, throwing it onto the floor by the door. The fabric fell with a soft thud.

Then she hooked her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his ear, and whispered, "I don't want to sleep tonight."

Lin Feng did not answer, but instead used gestures to convey his thoughts.

He bent down and picked her up. She naturally wrapped her legs around his waist, put her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder.

The mattress slumped down with a dull thud as the weight of the two people pressed down on it.

Shen Qianqian turned over, placed her hands on his chest, and looked down at Lin Feng's face.

……

The next morning, I heard birds chirping outside my window.

When Lin Feng opened his eyes, Shen Qianqian was still asleep, lying on her side next to him, the blanket wrapped around her chin, revealing a section of her shoulder and her hair scattered on the pillow. Her exposed arm was draped over the blanket, her fingertips slightly curled.

She quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed, found the clothes she had taken off the night before on the floor, put them on, and went into the kitchen.

There were eggs and milk in the refrigerator, and a bag of sliced ​​bread in the cupboard. He turned on the gas stove, heated the pan, fried two eggs, toasted two slices of bread, and poured the milk into a glass.

The sound of the oil pan wasn't loud, but there was still some movement coming from the bedroom.

When Shen Qianqian came out of the bedroom, she was already wearing a loose white T-shirt and her hair was casually gathered into a low ponytail.

She walked over barefoot, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, and asked in a voice still hoarse from just waking up, "What time is it?"

"7:20."

After a two-second silence, she tightened her arms around his waist and buried her face even deeper. "Then you should leave after you finish eating."

"Um."

"Do you want me to take you to the airport?"

"The company is coming to pick me up. You should stay home and rest." Lin Feng put the fried eggs on a plate, turned around, and glanced down at her.

Shen Qianqian's eyes weren't fully open yet, and her face bore the marks of sleeping. Lin Feng lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Remember to eat breakfast."

"Okay." She tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, then stepped back, leaned against the kitchen door frame, held the glass of warm milk, warmed her hands against the glass, and wore a large white T-shirt that was just long enough to cover her upper thighs.

Lin Feng changed his shoes and glanced back at her as he opened the door.

The other person waved to him, standing in the doorway with messy hair.

"Message me when you arrive," she said.

"OK."

The elevator descended to the first floor.

Lin Feng walked out of the building entrance, and Wang Yue's car was already parked at the entrance of the community. The car window rolled down, and Wang Yue smiled at him from the driver's seat, "Good morning."

Lin Feng opened the passenger door, got in, and fastened his seatbelt.

As the car drove out of the residential area, he reached out and placed his hand on Wang Yue's thigh, rubbing it through the thin fabric of her skirt before withdrawing it. "Not wearing stockings today?"

"I was in a rush this morning and forgot," Wang Yue said casually, her gaze still fixed on the road ahead. "Bare legs feel pretty good too!"

"You're here so early, have you had breakfast?"

"I ate some bread in the car." Wang Yue turned on her turn signal and the car turned onto the main road. "What about you?"

I fried two eggs and toasted two slices of bread.