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

As the dance progressed into the latter half, the tempo of the music quickened, and her movements became more exaggerated.

The backbend was performed cleanly and efficiently, with the upper body leaning back, hands supporting the floor, and the waist forming a perfect arch.

The chiffon top slid down and bunched up at the collarbone, exposing the skin of the entire abdomen to the light. The outline of the navel was clearly visible, and two faint muscle lines on the side of the waist extended from the lower edge of the ribs to the hip bone.

I held the bent-over position for two seconds, then used my core muscles to spring back up. After standing up, my breathing was slightly rapid, and my chest heaved more than before.

As the last section of music ended, Xu Momo made a finishing move, raising her right leg backward, leaning her body forward, and stretching her arms forward, forming a horizontal straight line.

He held the position for about five seconds, then slowly returned to his original position, stood up straight, placed his hands together on his lower abdomen, and bowed slightly.

The wide sleeves hung down from the wrists, covering the clasped hands.

Lin Feng put down his wine glass and clapped three times.

Xu Momo stood up straight, a smug smile appearing on her face.

"Is it pretty?" she asked.

"Come here." Lin Feng beckoned to her.

Xu Momo walked around the coffee table to him, still wearing that red dance costume. Her breathing hadn't completely calmed down, and the chiffon on her chest trembled gently under the light.

Lin Feng reached out and pulled her wrist into his arms. She slumped into the sofa and fell onto him, her wide sleeves spreading out and covering the sofa armrest.

"You haven't forgotten what you've learned in three years, you're jumping quite well." Lin Feng's hand slid up from her lower back, touching her spinal groove through the thin chiffon fabric.

"Of course, I've practiced the basics for many years." Xu Momo turned to the side, buried her face in his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "But this outfit is too long, so some movements can't be performed freely."

"What about the blue one?"

"That set is more form-fitting, so it's actually easier to move around a lot—"

"Let's change into the blue ones and jump again tomorrow."

"Sure." Xu Momo raised her face, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Anyway, the team has arranged a dance shoot for me this time, so I'll rehearse in front of you first."

"The blue one is shorter than this one." Xu Momo climbed off him, bent down and straightened her skirt. "I'll go change first."

Lin Feng didn't speak, picked up his wine glass again, and followed her retreating figure as she walked towards the dressing room. Her chiffon skirt trailed on the floor, and her bare feet stepped across the light gray carpet, her ankles so thin they looked like they could be snapped at any moment.

The door to the walk-in closet wasn't closed properly, and the soft rustling of fabric could be heard from inside. About three minutes later, Xu Momo walked out barefoot and stood at the intersection of light and shadow at the end of the corridor, not immediately coming over.

The blue outfit is indeed short.

She wore a strapless cropped top that just covered her chest, exposing her collarbone and shoulders, with nothing below her waist.

The lower body is a low-waisted long skirt, with the waistband positioned two fingers above the hip bone, and two thin straps hanging on the sides of the waist, tied in a loose bow.

The skirt is a gradient of blue, starting with a moon-white at the waist and gradually deepening to a deep sea blue at the hem. The fabric is thinner than the chiffon skirt from the previous one, almost a semi-transparent tulle, through which the outline of the legs is faintly visible. When walking, the tulle clings to the legs, clearly showing the curves above the knees.

"Isn't this top too short?" She looked down and tugged at the bottom of the strapless top. Actually, there was nothing to tug at; the fabric was already stretched across her chest, and pulling it down any further wouldn't cover anything.

"Perfect." Lin Feng placed the wine glass on the coffee table, the bottom of the glass making a crisp sound as it hit the marble surface.

Xu Momo walked to the center of the living room and stood there, barefoot on the wooden floor, her toes painted with dark red nail polish.

Before playing music, I first stretched my shoulders and neck, crossed my arms above my head, bent my waist to the left, and my right ribs floated up one by one, the muscle lines under my skin becoming faintly visible with the stretching movement.

Then switch sides.

When she bends to the right, her left hip protrudes, and the bow on her skirt sways as if it might come undone at any moment.

He lowered his arm, shook his hair, picked up his phone, and pressed play.

The prelude was a low bass drum with a very slow tempo. Xu Momo stood motionless in the center of the living room, her head down and her arms hanging naturally at her sides. When the eighth drumbeat came down, she slid her right foot out half a step, and her hips followed by a thrust to the right, causing the fabric of her skirt to sway like water.

The initial movement is very slow.

Move your hands up from the sides of your thighs, with your fingertips touching your skin, gliding over your hip bones, waistline, and ribs, finally overlapping in front of your collarbone, and then slowly push them apart.

My waist started to move.

The movement is a serpentine waist-swaying motion, starting from the hips and rolling upwards segment by segment, as if something is moving under the skin.

The strapless top's hem rose and fell with the movement of her waist, her navel appearing and disappearing intermittently, and the two muscle lines on her sides appeared even more pronounced under the light, slanting into the waistband from below her ribs.

Then comes the chest and waist.

Lean your upper body back, but not completely bend over like before. Just push your chest up, tilt your neck back, lift your chin, and stretch your collarbone into a straight line.

The strapless top was stretched very tight, leaving a faint mark along the edge.

While in this position, slowly raise your right hand, slide your fingers down your neck, past your collarbone and sternum, and finally stop at the top edge of the strapless top. Hook your fingertips on the edge of the fabric and gently pull it outward to reveal a small mole on your skin underneath.

Then, when you let go, the fabric snaps back with a very soft "snap".

Raymond Lam changed his sitting posture, crossing his right leg over his left.

Xu silently pulled back her chest and waist, turned around, and faced away from him.

The back of the blue dance costume was almost completely open, with only two thin, intersecting straps passing between the shoulder blades and connecting to the lower edge of the bodice.

The entire back line was perfectly illuminated under the light, the spinal groove extended from the back of the neck all the way into the waistband of the skirt, the shoulder blades slid slightly under the skin, and two shallow dimples appeared in the waist dimples.

She glanced back at Lin Feng with a smile, then leaned forward, placed her hands on her knees, and stuck her buttocks out.

The skirt was stretched taut, the fabric clinging to the curves of her thighs and hips, revealing her inner curves. Xu Momo maintained this pose, her waist arching downwards, until the muscles along her spine were clearly visible at the lowest point.

Then she started doing circular hip swings.

She spun three times clockwise and three times counterclockwise, lifting the skirt and making the blue gauze circle in the air. The faster she spun, the more the skirt bloomed like a blue flower, revealing her long, slender legs.

The skin on the inner thighs was almost transparently white, the kneecaps were delicately protruding, and the calf muscles were evenly shaped and firm.

Suddenly stopping, she straightened up, supporting herself on her knees with both hands, and took two steps forward until she was less than half a meter away from Lin Feng.

The drumbeats in the music became more frequent.

Xu Momo used the strength of her waist and abdomen to spring up, turned around to face Lin Feng, leaned forward at a 45-degree angle, and placed her hands on the edge of the coffee table.

The angle perfectly allows the chiffon neckline to drape down, revealing glimpses of skin beneath. Below the collarbone is a smooth expanse of skin, and in the center of the sternum is a very shallow indentation that rises and falls slightly with each breath, causing the entire chest cavity to expand and contract.

The dance costume features a crisscross design at the chest, with two pieces of fabric overlapping to form a V-shape. As she leans forward, the fabric clings even tighter, and the side curve extends from her armpits to her ribs, full yet not excessive.