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

Ye Qinghan tightened her grip on his chest, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him down. Lin Feng lowered his head, and the other's lips met his.

Their lips touched, colliding with his teeth, causing a dull ache, but neither of them stopped. Her lips were soft, carrying a lingering fragrance of Biluochun tea and the sweetness of chicken head rice syrup; her tongue was warm and moist, and she pried open his lips almost without hesitation.

Her hand moved from the front of his shirt to the back of his neck, her fingers running through his hair, pressing hard...

Lin Feng's free hand found her waist.

Through the fitted fabric of her dress, his fingers sank into the hollow of her waist, his thumb pressing out an arc along the lower edge of her ribs. Ye Qinghan's waist was very slender, unusually thin for a woman her age; his fingertips pressed down on it, finding it soft, before revealing firm muscles further in.

Lin Feng's hand slid from her waist to her back, his palm following the groove along her spine all the way up until he touched the metal clasp of her bra.

Ye Qinghan bit his lip lightly, not hard, but enough to make Lin Feng groan. Taking advantage of the moment when he opened his mouth, she probed deeper with her tongue, pressing her whole body against his, her chest pressed tightly against his chest.

The V-neck of the dress slipped down a little as it was pulled, and the fair, full curve below the collarbone emitted a faint glow in the darkness.

The entryway is not a suitable place.

Lin Feng put his arm around her waist and walked into the room, kissing her as they went.

Her high heels had been kicked off at some point, and she was walking barefoot on the wooden floor, her steps hurried and disordered. From the entryway to the living room, and from the living room to the bedroom, they walked about a dozen steps, their lips barely parting with each step.

His knees hit the edge of the bed, and he fell backward. Ye Qinghan followed and knelt on either side of his waist.

This height difference temporarily made her a head taller than Raymond Lam.

Looking down at Lin Feng, she was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently.

The dress strap slipped off her shoulder during the tug, exposing her fair and rounded shoulder to the dim light of the room. The fullness below her collarbone rose and fell with her breath, as if it would break free from the neckline at any moment.

A few strands of hair fell down and clung to both sides of her face.

"Have you been waiting a long time?" Her voice was hoarse as she looked down at him, her fingers sliding from his brow to his lips.

Lin Feng grasped her wrist, removing her fingers from his lips. "And what about you?"

Ye Qinghan did not answer.

He leaned down and used his lips instead of his fingers to kiss along his jawline to his earlobe, pausing for a moment by his ear, his hot breath filling his ear canal.

"Love me with all your might!"

……

When Lin Feng woke up the next morning, Ye Qinghan was already getting dressed.

The room was still dimly lit, with the sunlight filtering through the curtains carrying the somber tone typical of rainy days. Lin Feng turned to his side, resting one arm under his head as he looked at her.

The other person stood with their back to him in front of the full-length mirror by the bed, fastening their bra. Their arms were bent behind their back, their shoulder blades protruding gracefully from beneath their skin. After fastening it, they reached forward to adjust their position, the movements natural and practiced.

"What time is it?" Lin Feng's voice was still sleepy.

"6:20." Ye Qinghan didn't turn around, but bent down and picked up the white knitted sweater from the back of the chair.

When she bends over, the curve between her waist and hips is stretched wider. She hasn't put on her skirt yet, and is only wearing a pair of skin-colored seamless underwear. Her legs are straight and long, and the muscular lines at the base of her thighs are taut due to the bending motion.

She pulled the cardigan over her head, brushed her hair out from under the collar, and then turned and sat down on the bed. The mattress sank in, and she reached out to touch Lin Feng's face, her fingers sliding from his brow bone down to his chin, pausing briefly on his stubble.

"You can go back to sleep, you don't need to see me off."

"Let me walk you downstairs." Lin Feng propped himself up to sit up, his back aching for a moment. Last night, they had been up until the wee hours, going from the bed to the bathroom and back to the bed. When Ye Qinghan finally leaned on his chest and said, "I can't go on anymore, I have a meeting tomorrow," it was already past 2 a.m.

I remember she fell asleep less than three minutes after she said that, her breath evenly spraying onto his collarbone, her hair falling over his shoulder.

He got out of bed, put on a pair of pants, and walked barefoot to the door. Ye Qinghan changed into high heels, returning to her usual height. Before opening the door, she glanced back at him and reached out to pat down a tuft of hair that was sticking up on her forehead.

I'll message you when I arrive.

The door closed.

The sound of high heels faded into the distance in the corridor, the elevator dinged once, and then fell silent. Lin Feng stood at the door for a few seconds, then turned and went back to bed. As he lay down, he smelled the lingering scent of gardenias on the pillow.

I pulled the blanket up to cover my shoulders, closed my eyes, and fell asleep again in less than a minute.

When I woke up again, the room was fully lit.

Lin Feng rolled over and reached for his phone. The screen showed 2:11 PM. He stared at the number for two seconds before realizing that he had slept for almost eight hours.

There are several unread messages on my phone.

After clicking on it, all the posts were from Ye Qinghan.

The first message was sent at 9:40: The meeting is over, I'm so sleepy, I drank three cups of coffee.

The second post was sent at 10:10 AM: Back to the dorm to pack my things, flight this afternoon. It was followed by a photo of an open suitcase, clothes neatly folded inside, a makeup bag and a spare pair of high heels tucked into a corner. The edge of a black lace bra could be vaguely seen in a mesh pocket on the side of the suitcase.

The third post was sent at 10:40, and included three photos.

Lin Feng clicked on the first image, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Ye Qinghan stood in front of the full-length mirror in her dormitory, wearing only a set of dark purple underwear. The underwear was a half-cup style, with lace trim circling around her full curves, and the cleavage in the middle was squeezed very deep, so deep that you could see the fine blue veins under her skin.

He held his phone in one hand, taking a picture in the mirror, while the other hand rested on his waist. His waist was very slender, and a light red mark he had left above his navel from the previous night could be seen.

The second photo shows her standing sideways, taken from the side. The wide angle of the lens makes the curve of her chest appear even more exaggerated, and the curve from her waist to her hips looks like a fully drawn bow.

The third photo is of her with her back to the mirror, her head turned to the camera. The thin straps of her bra are crossed in the groove between her spine, and the dark purple lace trim on her buttocks leaves a faint mark. She looks at the camera with a faint smile.

Raymond Lam looked at the three photos twice, then clicked on the last message, which was at 11:03.

This time it was a selfie. Ye Qinghan was standing downstairs in the dormitory building, wearing the white knit sweater and dark gray suit pants she had worn that morning. The top button of her collar was fastened, her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and her sideburns were tucked behind her ears. Her face was expressionless, completely different from the woman in the three photos just now.

The photo was captioned: Heading to the airport.

Lin Feng leaned against the headboard and replied to her message: Just woke up. Finished looking at the photos. Let me know you got home safely.

I waited for two minutes without a reply, so I guessed she had already boarded the plane.

I tossed my phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom. The moment the hot water poured over my head, all my muscles ached, especially my lower back and the back of my thighs.

I leaned against the wall for a while, letting the hot water run down my back. I went through the events of last night in my mind, closed my eyes under the running water, and took a breath.

Everything happened so fast!