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

After finishing his meal, Lin Feng asked the restaurant owner to settle the bill.

Once outside, Ouyang Qian was waiting for him at the door, her phone pressed to her ear as she spoke to someone, clearly outlining the afternoon's work arrangements.

After hanging up the phone, I turned to him and said, "I'm going back to the office to organize the notes from this morning's inspection. What about you?"

"I have something to do this afternoon, so I won't go back with you." Lin Feng handed her the car keys. "You drive back to the company, I'll call a car."

"Are you sure you don't need me to take you?"

"No need, let's go, drive carefully."

Ouyang Qian didn't ask any further questions, took the keys, and turned to leave.

Lin Feng stood at the entrance of the private restaurant, watching her drive her car out onto the side road, merge onto the main road, then hail a car and give her an address.

The drive took about forty minutes, and we finally stopped outside a villa area.

The area is small, with about twenty detached villas, very low density, and excellent landscaping. The roadsides are lined with camphor trees, their canopies so dense they almost completely block out the road.

Lin Feng swiped his visitor card at the gate and walked along the cobblestone path for a few minutes before stopping in front of a white-facaded villa. The gate was ajar, and he pushed it open and went inside.

The cook was busy in the kitchen when she heard the noise. She peeked out and, seeing it was Lin Feng, greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Lin, you're here. Wanyu is swimming on the third floor. Why don't you go up and find her?"

"Okay, you're busy." Lin Feng changed into slippers on the first floor and walked up the wooden stairs. The stairs were covered with a dark carpet that felt very soft underfoot.

Once on the third floor, push open the glass door leading to the terrace pool.

The swimming pool was indoors, with a retractable glass canopy overhead, and the water surface shimmered with a pale blue light. Shen Wanyu was facing away from him, leaning against the edge of the pool, her legs gently paddling in the water.

Today I wore a dark red bikini with very little fabric; it was only held up by a thin strap at the back, revealing a large expanse of smooth skin.

A white bath towel was draped over her shoulders, her wet hair was spread out on her shoulders, and water droplets rolled down her neck.

It seemed to hear footsteps and turned around to look. Then it clearly shrank into the water, with only its head and half of its shoulder above the surface, its arms crossed over its chest.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming up?" Her voice was urgent and soft, with a hint of reproach. Her fair cheeks flushed quickly, whether from swimming or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. "I'm still wearing this..."

Lin Feng leaned against the glass door, looked at her, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Then I'll go back."

He made a move to turn around and leave.

"Hey—" Shen Wanyu hurriedly stood up from the pool, water splashing down her body. She grabbed a nearby towel and hastily wrapped herself in it, then ran over barefoot, her hands dripping wet. She grabbed his arm, "How could you do this! I was just saying it casually, and you took it seriously? Do you know I've been waiting for you these past few days?"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her voice increasingly aggrieved, and her eyes visibly reddened. She lowered her head, resting her forehead on his arm, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"You promised to spend more time with me last time, but what happened? You haven't even sent me a message these past few days. You don't reply to the photos I send you. I thought you had forgotten about me..." Her voice was nasal, and she was almost inaudible when she said the last few words.

Lin Feng looked down at her.

Water droplets from his hair dripped onto his shirt sleeve, spreading into several small, dark dots. Her hand gripped his arm; her fingers were cool, as they had just come out of the water.

There were no words of comfort.

In situations like these, language is superfluous.

He raised his left hand to support the back of her head, his fingertips running through her wet hair, and leaned down to kiss her.

Shen Wanyu's body stiffened visibly, and her grip on Lin Feng's arm tightened involuntarily, her fingertips digging into his skin.

His lips were soft, carrying the distinctive chlorine smell of pool water and a slight coolness, but they quickly warmed up beneath his lips.

Lin Feng's right hand slid down her back, touching the thin bikini strap tied behind her back. He didn't untie it, but simply slipped his fingers under the strap, his palm directly against the smooth skin of her back.

His skin was cold, probably because he had just come out of the water, but his palms were very hot. The two temperatures collided, and Shen Wanyu let out a short sound from deep in her throat.

His fingers traced down her spine and then up again, the heat of his palms like an iron rubbing against every inch of her back. Shen Wanyu's breathing became increasingly erratic, her chest heaving more and more dramatically. The towel covering her chest had somehow come undone, revealing the dark red bikini fabric beneath and her fair collarbone.

The kiss lasted a long time.

The initial passion gradually deepened and became more sustained, as if she were using up all the energy she had accumulated over the past few days. Shen Wanyu went from being passive to being active, standing on tiptoe to match his height, loosening her arms from his, and slowly hooking them around his neck, her fingers gently grasping the back of his neck.

Lin Feng's right hand moved from behind her back to the front, his fingertips gliding along her ribs. The bikini fabric was very thin, and when his hand slipped inside the fabric, Shen Wanyu's breathing noticeably quickened.

She placed her hand on his chest, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or grab him. In the end, she just pinched the front of his shirt. She didn't know how long it took before they separated.

Shen Wanyu felt weak all over, leaning against him and panting. The bath towel had completely fallen to the ground, and her feet shivered as they stepped on the cold tiles. She buried her face in Lin Feng's chest, and only after a while did she lift her head to look at him. Her eyes were wet, the corners of them tinged with red, and her lips were slightly swollen from being kissed.

"You're so mean." Her voice was muffled in his chest, and she gently punched his chest with her small hand. "You always do this, you have me completely under your thumb."

"So, do you like it or not?"

Shen Wanyu bit her lower lip, buried her face in his chest again, and didn't answer. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up again, her eyes filled with a little stubbornness and even more expectation.

"I want more kisses." Her voice was as soft as cotton candy. "I want more."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, but Shen Wanyu couldn't wait any longer. She stood on tiptoe and offered her lips to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her body against his chest.

This time she kissed him more forcefully, probably having mustered up her courage, using her tongue to pry open his lips and take the initiative, just like he had done before.

Lin Feng responded to her, placed his right hand back on her back, and his left hand on her lower back, pressing her closer to him.