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

Before the dishes arrived, Xu Momo took three photos of the restaurant environment, and then took photos for another five minutes after the dishes arrived. She placed each dish under her spotlight and took several photos of it from different angles with her phone. Then she turned her phone horizontally and filmed a short video, with the camera slowly panning across the dishes on the table and finally stopping on her face, where she winked at the camera.

I sent all these materials to my team and asked them to handle the post-production and publishing.

"Now you basically don't have to manage your accounts anymore?" Lin Feng asked, cutting the lamb chops on his plate.

"Yeah." Xu put down her phone, picked up her knife and fork, and started working on her steak. "Topic selection, filming, editing, copywriting, publishing, and replying to comments—the team does it all. I just need to appear on camera according to their schedule. We film two or three times a week, which is enough for a week's worth of content."

"It saves a lot of trouble."

"That's right." She finished chewing a piece of beef, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "When I was doing it myself, it would take me an entire afternoon to shoot a video, and the edited result wouldn't be good. It would only get a few hundred likes. Now that the team has taken over, the data has increased fivefold, and Google Ads are actively coming to us."

"Do you like this job?" Lin Feng picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"Of course I love it!" Xu Momo's eyes lit up. "I can wear pretty clothes every day, take photos and videos in different places, and even earn money. When I was standing on the assembly line in the factory, I never dared to imagine that I could live such a life."

Lin Feng put down his wine glass, his voice becoming a little calmer, "Do you know who gave you these?"

Xu Momo paused for a moment.

She looked up at Lin Feng, her expression shifting from excitement to seriousness. She put down her knife and fork, reached across the table, and placed her fingers on the back of Lin Feng's hand.

"It's from you." The voice lacked its usual sweet tone, and the tone was more solemn than ever. "Darling, I remember it all. You gave me everything, and I—am yours too."

When she uttered the last few words, her tone returned to its usual sweet and coquettish manner, but her eyes showed no sign of joking.

"You can do whatever you want to me tonight, I'll do whatever you say." She pronounced the word "whatever" slowly, drew a circle on the back of his hand with her finger, then withdrew her hand to continue cutting the steak, switching back to a relaxed expression, and the topic shifted to tomorrow's filming.

After finishing their meal, the two came out of the restaurant. The rain had mostly stopped, and the puddles on the road reflected the light from the streetlights.

Lin Feng glanced at the time; it was just past eight o'clock, and there was still plenty of time to get back to the hotel.

There is a shopping district right next to the restaurant. The shopping center with glass curtain walls is lit up in the night, and you can see people coming and going through the large floor-to-ceiling windows from the first floor to the top floor.

"Let's go for a walk and digest our food." Lin Feng took two steps toward the shopping district.

Xu Momo took his arm, her bodycon skirt and high heels walking beside him, the heels clicking crisply on the wet sidewalk.

They strolled around the shopping district for about an hour and a half.

Lin Feng bought Xu Momo several outfits, one of which was a burgundy halter dress. When she tried it on, she came out of the fitting room with her collarbone and shoulders fully exposed. The hem of the dress twirled above her knees, and she asked him if it looked good.

Lin Feng nodded, and she handed the dress to the shop assistant.

There was also a cream-colored cashmere coat. The material was very soft, and it changed her whole aura after she put it on. Xu Momo didn't want to take it off after putting it on, and she stood in front of the mirror admiring herself from left to right. In the end, Lin Feng paid the bill together.

Carrying several shopping bags, Xu Momo went up to the sixth floor and pointed to the movie theater at the end of the corridor, saying, "There's a movie theater! Avengers: Endgame is showing right now, but I haven't seen it yet."

Lin Feng glanced at the movie schedule and saw that Avengers: Endgame was showing at a convenient time. He immediately chose a VIP box ticket, which cost three times as much as a regular box. The box contained only two large leather sofas placed side by side in the best viewing position, with cup holders on the armrests and a thick carpet on the floor.

There are no armrests separating the sofas; they are connected, and when you sit on them, you sink into the soft leather.

After their tickets were checked, the staff led them into a private room, brought out two servings of popcorn, two cups of cola, and several small dishes of snacks, and then left and closed the door.

Xu Momo placed the shopping bag next to the sofa, kicked off her high heels, and sank into the sofa, curling her legs up. Her skirt rode up a bit, and her stockings gleamed at the knees.

The lights dimmed, and surround sound exploded in the private room. A trailer started playing on the screen. Xu Momo turned to the side, put one leg on the sofa, and then moved over to sit directly in Lin Feng's lap.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and breathed on his skin.

The changing light and shadow on the screen were projected onto her face, her expression appearing and disappearing in the flickering light.

Lin Feng placed his left hand on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin and the soft elasticity of her muscles through the thin layer of stockings. His right hand slid inside her suit jacket, touching the curve of her waist through her shirt, his fingers moving upwards along her waist, then slipping under the hem of her shirt, his palm pressing against her skin.

Xu Momo shifted slightly in his arms and said softly, "Wait a minute." She reached into her shirt, fumbled around inside her bra for a bit, then took out two small, transparent round pieces between her fingertips and placed them on the snack plate next to the sofa.

Those were two silicone nipple covers.

After doing this, she wrapped her arms around his neck again, brought her lips to his ear, and said in a low, soft voice, "That's enough."

The movie was still playing, and the sound effects of the explosion made the walls of the private room vibrate.

Xu Momo sat in Lin Feng's lap, her back pressed against his chest. After removing the nipple covers, there was only one layer of fabric under her shirt. When Lin Feng's hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, his palm directly touched the smooth skin on the side of her ribs.

His fingers slowly traced her waistline upwards, the fingertips brushing against the rise and fall of her ribs, before stopping below her chest.

Xu Momo shifted in his arms, pressing her back closer to his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, her breathing clearly audible in the gaps of the surround sound.

Turning her head, she pressed her lips against Lin Feng's neck and moved upwards, kissing him from his jawline all the way to his earlobe. She whispered something in his ear, but her voice was drowned out by the explosion.

Lin Feng didn't hear clearly and turned his head to look at Xu Momo. The other person brought her lips close to his ear, her warm breath filling his mouth.

"Honey, I can't concentrate on the movie."