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

When the three of them sat down at the table, the hot pot was already boiling. The red oil side was bubbling with chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, and when the bubbles rose from the bottom of the pot and burst open, a small patch of red oil splashed out.

Niu Niu sat across the table, with a dish of sesame paste and a bowl of white rice in front of her. She was struggling to pick up a slice of fatty beef with her chopsticks and put it into the mushroom soup pot.

"Mom, is the meat ready yet?" Niu Niu stared at the meat slices rolling in the pot, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air, ready to pounce at any moment.

"It's ready to eat once it changes color, don't overcook it." Ouyang Qian replied as she pushed a plate of mutton rolls into the hot pot. She stirred it a couple of times with her chopsticks, and once the meat slices changed color in the boiling broth, she took them out, dipped them in a sesame oil and minced garlic sauce, and deftly popped them into her mouth. "Hmm, this meat is good, you should try it."

"Uncle Lin, can you build Lego?" Niu Niu asked him after taking a few bites, still chewing half a potato.

"I know a little, but not very well."

"Can you help me put this together after you finish eating? There's a castle in this series, and the instructions have a lot of steps. I'm afraid I'll put it together wrong." Niu Niu's eyes were round and bright, and she poked around in her bowl with her chopsticks as she spoke.

"Niu Niu, let Uncle eat first." Ouyang Qian put a slice of beef in her bowl.

"It's alright, I'll take a look after we finish eating," Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Yay!" Niu Niu sped up her eating, chewing noisily with her little mouth, her eyes occasionally glancing at the Lego box on the sofa that hadn't been completely disassembled yet.

After eating for a while, Niu Niu was full. She put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm done eating," then took her Lego box and plush bear and went upstairs.

The sound of her heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs, followed by the sound of the bedroom door closing on the second floor, and then a clattering sound of building blocks being dumped out.

Only Lin Feng and Ouyang Qian remained in the restaurant.

The hot pot was still simmering, the sound of the boiling red oil mingling with the patter of rain outside the window. Ouyang Qian stood up, took a bottle of red wine and two stemmed glasses from the wine cabinet, and swirled the bottles in front of Lin Feng.

"It's rare to relax like this, how about a drink?"

"You've been hiding something good." Lin Feng took the glass and let her pour it for him. The dark red liquid in the glass shimmered under the warm yellow lights of the restaurant. "Aren't you afraid I'll get drunk and cause trouble? A man and a woman alone together like this, and I might do *that* to you."

Ouyang Qian poured herself half a glass, sat down, and crossed her legs.

The lounge shorts were already short, and when she crossed her legs, the hem rode up even higher, making the skin on the front of her thighs shine white under the light. She raised her glass and clinked it against Lin Feng's, making a crisp sound, then took a sip.

"What's there to be afraid of? Come on over if you want, I'm not interested in that anyway." She said this casually, leaning back in her chair and swirling the red wine in her glass. "I've heard you men are particular about things like... romance? foreplay? atmosphere? I'm probably not your type."

"You're quite frank about your assessment of yourself." Lin Feng gave her a thumbs up, and the two clinked glasses again.

"To be honest, I'm not a twenty-year-old girl anymore. What's the point of pretending about this?" She picked up her glass and took another sip, a little red wine stain on the corner of her mouth, which she licked off with the tip of her tongue.

By the third glass of red wine, the alcohol was starting to take effect, and both of their faces were flushed.

I don't know when the topic started to veer off in a rather inappropriate direction.

"I have a question for you." Ouyang Qian placed her wine glass on the table, rested her elbows on the table, and propped her chin on the back of her clasped hands, looking directly at him. "How long can you usually last?"

Lin Feng had just taken a sip of his drink when her question nearly made him choke. He coughed twice before recovering. "Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious." Ouyang Qian's expression was frank, as if she were asking him, "How long does this project take?" "Isn't this the kind of thing you men love to brag about? What's a normal timeframe?"

Lin Feng put down his cup and thought for a moment. "How long is normal? I'm not sure! I usually take about an hour."

Ouyang Qian looked like she suddenly understood. "What's the point of this? Doesn't it get tiring after an hour?"

"So you never..." Lin Feng asked tentatively.

"I told you I'm a blockhead." She picked up her glass and took another sip. "Two people doing 'that'? For an hour? That's terrifying! Just thinking about it is horrifying!"

She laughed after saying that, her chest bobbing twice with the sound. The neckline of her light pink loungewear was slightly ajar, revealing a small patch of skin below her collarbone, but she didn't notice it at all, or rather, she didn't care.

"Then let me ask you one more question." Ouyang Qian shifted her posture, holding a wine glass in one hand and resting her chin on the armrest of the chair with the other. Her eyes held a languid curiosity mixed with the effects of alcohol. "What part of a woman do you men like the most?"

"It depends on the person," Lin Feng thought for a moment. "Some people look at faces, some people look at legs, but I'm more materialistic—I look at breasts and buttocks."

"I see." Ouyang Qian nodded, then made a move that almost made Lin Feng crush his wine glass. She put her wine glass on the table, leaned back in her chair, and stood up.

"Then rate my figure, what level would you rate it?"

Lin Feng held his wine glass and looked her up and down. Her light pink loungewear hung loosely on her body, but even though it was loose, it couldn't hide the curves of her waist. Her waist was really thin, the fabric at her chest was stretched taut, and her hips had a rounded curve.

"Are you serious?"

"When have I ever not been serious?" Ouyang Qian tilted her head and looked at him. "Stop dawdling and tell me."

"I've been around quite a few women, but there's only one whose figure can compare to yours."

"Oh? Who is it?" Ouyang Qian raised an eyebrow, a hint of teasing in her tone. "President Lin has a harem of three thousand beauties, and to rank me in the top three, shouldn't I be a little proud?"

"You don't know him." Lin Feng didn't say more.

Ouyang Qian did not press the matter further.

She never got overly involved in these matters, knowing when to stop and when to go in. She tilted her head back and finished the last bit of red wine in her glass, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly, then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.

The neckline of the loungewear opened completely due to gravity.

From the angle from which Raymond Lam was sitting, his collarbone and the view below it were completely exposed—he wasn't wearing a bra, and his loungewear was empty underneath.

Her rounded, full figure was faintly visible under the light pink cotton fabric, but the neckline was so wide that her snow-white skin could be seen with just a slight tilt of her head.

"Would you like to touch it?" Ouyang Qian rested her chin on the back of her clasped hands, staring directly at Lin Feng. The slight curve of her lips made it impossible to tell if she was joking or serious. "Let's see how it feels. Since you say I have a good figure, shouldn't we verify if you're telling the truth?"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Lin Feng held a glass of red wine, while the hot pot was still bubbling away, the sound of the boiling red oil particularly loud in the quiet restaurant.

Their eyes met under the warm yellow light, and neither of them looked away first.

Lin Feng knew this woman's personality. When she joked with you like this, the more flustered you were, the more excited she became. If you took it seriously, she would just leave you hanging with a "Mr. Lin, you're overthinking it."

But the atmosphere tonight was definitely different. After three glasses of red wine, there was something subtle and indescribable in the air.

"You're trying to fish me out, but I'm not taking the bait!" Lin Feng said.

Ouyang Qian laughed, as if her scheme had been seen through, and picked up the bowl and chopsticks on the table.

"Please take these to the kitchen."