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

Lin Feng smiled upon hearing this, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said, "It seems there is a little bit."

Ye Qinghan picked up a peanut, put it in her mouth, and chewed it twice.

Her cheeks bulged slightly as she ate, her lips were pursed very lightly, and even her chewing was done with a leisurely elegance. After swallowing the peanut, she slowly traced a line on the rim of her wine glass with her finger, her nails painted a light bean paste color, the same shade as her lipstick.

"We had meetings all day today, and tomorrow we'll start the field trip. It's called learning, but it's really just looking around and wandering around." As she spoke, she leaned forward, her arms resting on the table, her chest weight naturally pressing against the edge of the table, stretching the edge of her black V-neck slightly outward, revealing a small section of lace trim.

"There are eight people in total. I'm the representative from Hohai University. My schedule is very full for the next few days, so I might not have much time to come out." She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, revealing a section of her fair neck.

"Just one meeting would be fine," Lin Feng said. "I'll start discussing serious matters tomorrow as well."

Which restaurant are you going to?

"BYD." Lin Feng put the wine glass back on the table.

"We might run into each other then." Ye Qinghan's eyes lit up, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs.

Her skirt slid up a bit with her movement, revealing her calves encased in skin-colored stockings. Her ankles were slender, and her black stiletto heels dangled from her toes, swaying gently with the slight movement of her body as she spoke.

"It depends. These kinds of collaborations are always a tug-of-war; two or three days is considered fast."

Ye Qinghan nodded, reached for the wine bottle, and poured a little into each of their glasses. Her pouring motion was steady; as she turned her wrist, the watch strap pressed against her slender, white wrist bones. Her fingers were long and delicate, with distinct knuckles but not rough.

A thin layer of dark red liquid clung to the glass. She picked up her glass, brought it to her nose, smelled it, and then took a small sip.

A breeze blew in from outside the railing, ruffling her hair. She raised her hand to gather her hair, the movement more pronounced than before, making the curves of her body more defined.

The dress is tightly fitted from the shoulders to the waist, while the curve of the waist and hips suddenly widens, making the skirt full and round at the hips, with the fabric stretched without a single wrinkle.

The two men at the next table had already paid their bill and left. As they left, one of them turned back to look at Ye Qinghan.

The two sat for another hour or so, chatting about their upcoming work plans. The bottle of red wine on the table was almost empty. When the waiter came to collect the empty bottle, he asked if they wanted more. Ye Qinghan waved his hand and said no, the back of his hand was so white under the light that it was almost dazzling.

Lin Feng checked the time and called the waiter to settle the bill.

Ye Qinghan picked up the small black handbag from the chair. When she stood up, her skirt created a slanted pleat at her waist. She reached out and smoothed it out, a very natural movement.

The two people walked down the wooden stairs.

She walked ahead, and from behind, her waist, encased in a black bodycon skirt, swayed gracefully.

When they reached the entrance on the first floor, Ye Qinghan paused, turned around, and said, "My place isn't far from here; I can walk back."

"Then I'll take you there."

The two walked slowly along the riverside pedestrian path.

The streetlights were all on, casting long, golden shadows on the river. Occasionally, a few bicycles would pass by, their bells carrying far in the quiet night.

Ye Qinghan walked half a step ahead, the evening breeze blowing her skirt against her body, outlining the exaggerated curve between her waist and hips.

After walking for about ten minutes, we turned into a quiet street.

The buildings on both sides of the road were noticeably more orderly than those on the main street. The exterior walls were painted light gray, the windows were uniformly fitted with dark frames, and the national emblem and the unit's name were displayed at the entrance.

The main gate is just ahead, with guards standing on both sides.

"I've arrived." Ye Qinghan turned around.

The streetlights shone obliquely down from above her head, casting a small shadow in the hollow of her collarbone, where the edge of her neckline just met.

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only said, "Go back, you have important business to attend to tomorrow."

Lin Feng nodded. "Then you should get some rest."

Ye Qinghan pushed open the iron gate and walked in, then turned back to look at him after a few steps. The streetlights enveloped her, making her black dress appear even more form-fitting in the night. When she turned to the side, the light outlined the full, flowing lines of her chest and hips.

Then she turned around and continued walking inside, her high heels clicking on the stone path in the courtyard, the sound gradually fading into the distance.

It was almost 10 o'clock when I got back to my hotel room.

Lin Feng took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair. He sat down on the sofa, flipped through the documents he needed for tomorrow, looked at a few more pages, and then closed the folder and placed it on the coffee table.

About an hour later, the phone lit up.

He picked it up and saw that it was a video request from Ye Qinghan.

Press the answer button and the screen lights up.

In the scene, Ye Qinghan is leaning against a light gray headboard cushion, her hair still damp, strands clinging to her neck and shoulders.

She was wearing a dark green silk nightgown, the neckline loosely open, revealing a patch of fair skin below her collarbone and a faint cleavage.

The silk fabric was very thin, hanging down along the curves of her body, creating two full mounds at her chest. As she lay on her side, they piled up slightly to one side, forming a heavy, natural curve.

The edge of the neckline is positioned right at the top, covering most of the neckline, but that half-covered state is more alluring than full exposure.

She lay there on her side, her phone next to the pillow, the screen slightly tilted. Light shone from behind her, bathing her in a warm, yellow glow, the skin on her shoulders and arms gleaming with the damp sheen of someone who had just showered.

One arm was draped outside the blanket, and there were still faint marks on the wrist from the watch strap.

"Just finished showering?" Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa.

"Yeah, I rinsed off." Ye Qinghan brought her phone closer, and the camera panned across the front of her pajamas. The neckline was slightly open because of her side-lying position, making her cleavage appear even deeper.

She straightened her phone, propped her head up with one hand, and the flesh of her arm looked plump and soft under the light. "I was too embarrassed to tell you this afternoon at lunch—I was thinking of spending more time with you tonight. But the inspection here has requirements; we shouldn't be out too long at night, and we have to report our itinerary every day."

After saying that, he chuckled to himself, "But it's good to be able to meet, it's better than not being able to at all."

"Yes, that's perfect, I also need to prepare materials for tomorrow."

"Then you should get some rest." After saying that, Ye Qinghan turned over in the video. Her movement lifted a corner of the blanket, and the hem of her silk pajamas rolled up a little, revealing a section of her thigh. Her skin was glowing white under the light.

She reached out and pulled the blanket up, then turned to the camera and said, "Let me know when we're done talking tomorrow."

"Yeah, if you're sleepy, go to sleep first."

Ye Qinghan nodded and blew a kiss from afar.

The video paused for two seconds, then went dark.