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

The two joked around on the recliner for a while. Shen Wanyu's hair was still dripping wet, and her back and legs were also wet.

Lin Feng patted her waist and said, "Let's go down for dinner." She reluctantly stood up, grabbed a towel from the recliner, wrapped it around herself, and followed him downstairs barefoot.

The dishes were already laid out in the restaurant. The aunt had prepared four dishes and a soup, all home-style. Shen Wanyu changed into a loose white T-shirt and cotton shorts before sitting down at the table. Her hair was casually tied into a bun with a hair tie, and her face still had a rosy glow from the hot shower.

He ate very slowly, and kept glancing at Lin Feng while picking up food, as if he had something to say.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Lin Feng put a piece of pork rib in her bowl.

"Can't I even look?" Shen Wanyu stuffed a rib into her mouth and mumbled, "We haven't seen each other for half a month, and I can't even take a second look. But you, you come here and start acting like a hooligan, taking advantage of me, and I can't even say anything about it."

"Then you touch it back too."

Shen Wanyu kicked him under the table, but not hard.

As they ate and chatted, she mentioned that she was going to Zijin City the next day, saying it was a research project arranged by the school, and she would be staying there for a month.

Lin Feng asked what the research topic was, and she said it was about urban public space planning. She would be doing research with her supervisor, and two senior students and one senior student would be going with her.

Put down your chopsticks and say seriously, "When you get there, don't just bury yourself in academics. Spend more time with her dad. Someone has to make the first move between father and daughter."

Shen Wanyu said "Oh," and poked at the bottom of her bowl with her chopsticks. "I know. After you told me last time, I called my dad twice. He was quite happy, but he didn't say much, and I didn't know what to say."

"Take it slow, don't expect to open up after just one or two conversations. What time is your train tomorrow? I'll give you a ride."

Shen Wanyu's eyes lit up. "10:30. You're really taking me?"

Why would I lie to you?

She laughed heartily, revealing a row of white teeth, then, as if afraid of appearing too smug, lowered her head to drink her soup. Watching her like this, Lin Feng thought that this girl was often very simple.

She doesn't ask for much; she just wants someone to care about her.

After dinner, Shen Wanyu pulled him upstairs.

The room wasn't big, but it was fairly tidy. Several books and a laptop were spread out on the desk, and next to it was a notebook filled with dense notes.

Lin Feng glanced at it, his gaze settling on a half-sheet of paper in the corner of the desk. It contained a simple human anatomy diagram, with several sets of movements and their repetitions written next to it.

Shen Wanyu followed his gaze and blushed instantly. She thought about covering the paper but felt it would be too deliberate, so she simply stood there and put her hands behind her back.

"Don't look at it, that's just... just something to look at casually."

Lin Feng picked up the piece of paper. It contained several breast enhancement massage techniques and a breakdown of a set of chest-expanding exercises, along with the names of some foods. The handwriting was neat, and several key points were circled in red pen.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Wanyu lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "It's just... I want it to get bigger. I saw online that eating papaya and drinking soy milk is effective, so I ate it every day. I drank soy milk in the morning and ate papaya stewed in milk at night. I was so sick of it. I also bought those essential oil massagers, but after using them a few times I found them too troublesome, so I just started exercising."

As she spoke, her face grew increasingly red, and her head drooped lower and lower. Lin Feng put down the paper, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked up at her.

"Do you need someone to guide you when you exercise? It's easy to strain your muscles if you just exercise on your own."

Shen Wanyu raised her head and blinked.

"I'll lead you through a few sets." Lin Feng stood up, patted her shoulder, and said, "Go lay out the yoga mat."

After the yoga mat was laid out, Shen Wanyu stood on it, looking a little flustered. Lin Feng had her do a set of chest muscle stretches first: clasp her hands behind her back, squeeze her shoulder blades back, and lift her head and chest.

She was doing it too fast and couldn't catch her breath, so she started panting halfway through. Lin Feng stood in front of her, one hand pressing on her lower back to help stabilize her core, and the other hand supporting her lower abdomen to prevent her back from collapsing.

"Take it slow. Proper form is more important than quantity. Hold each set for 15 seconds, rest for 30 seconds after finishing, and then do the next set."

He led her through three or four sets, then added a set of dumbbell flyes. The dumbbells were readily available; there was indeed a pair of small pink dumbbells in the corner next to the wardrobe, which looked like they had been used a few times, as there wasn't much dust on them.

Lin Feng adjusted the weight for her, instructing her to slightly bend her elbows while doing the exercise, control the range of motion, and feel the exertion of her pectoral muscles.

"I can't feel it, my arms are just sore," Shen Wanyu said after a few tries.

"If you can't feel it, it means your pectoral muscles haven't been activated yet. When you squeeze, imagine you're hugging a big tree, and use your chest to push, don't just rely on your arms." Lin Feng stood behind her, reaching his hands over her shoulders and placing his palms lightly on the outside of her arms to help stabilize her movements.

My chest was pressed against her back, and my legs were pressed against her legs; I could feel her body was warm.

Shen Wanyu stopped after the eighth rep, put the dumbbells on the ground, and leaned back against him. Lin Feng caught her and let her catch her breath.

"I'm so tired." She looked up at him, beads of sweat glistening on her nose. "Is this really going to help?"

Lin Feng thought about the homework she had done on that piece of paper, and then about how she had said she had eaten so much breast-enhancing food that she almost vomited. He couldn't quite describe how he felt.

This girl was genuinely trying to figure out how to please him. Although her methods were a bit clumsy, her earnestness stirred something within him.

"Don't be too impatient. Actually, I could feel it when I touched it just now; it's a bit bigger than before."

Shen Wanyu sprang up from his arms, turned to face him, and looked as if she had heard something incredible. "Really? You're not kidding me?"

"Really." Lin Feng nodded seriously.

He knew in his heart that there were changes, but not that obvious. But it was always good to give them some confidence; since they were so concerned, he shouldn't pour cold water on their enthusiasm.

Shen Wanyu was so happy she almost jumped for joy, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I'm almost sick of eating that stuff every day. Try the papaya stewed milk, it's really awful. But it works, right? I'm going to keep going! Oh, by the way, my mom says big breasts are hereditary. She wasn't small when she was young either. I just hadn't fully developed before, but if I take some supplements now, they can grow bigger..."

She gets talkative when she gets excited, and Lin Feng listened to her chatter on and on, then reached out and pulled her into his arms. She obediently leaned in, pressing her face against his chest, and her voice gradually softened.

"Don't you think I'm boring? A girl like me researching these things all day long."

"Won't."

"Really?"

"You already have a great figure." Lin Feng looked down, resting his chin on the top of her head. "You don't need to push yourself so hard. I don't like your breasts."

Shen Wanyu remained silent in his arms for a long while before letting out a muffled "Mmm." Lin Feng could feel her fingers clutching his clothes, not very tightly, but softly. A breeze blew in from the window, carrying the coolness of the night, and he pulled the person in his arms a little tighter.