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

For the next few days, Lin Feng basically stayed at the company.

Zhang Liang from the car dealership sends out an operations report twice a day, morning and evening. The numbers are stable, there are some issues, but they are all within a manageable range. Ouyang Qian has already booked the flights and hotels for her trip to Germany, and submitted the visa application materials.

After processing the accumulated approval documents in the office, Lin Feng went over the budgets for supporting projects with the finance and engineering departments several times.

On Thursday afternoon, Ye Qinghan messaged him, saying that Shen Qianqian was coming back from school on Friday and asked if he wanted to come over for dinner that night.

Lin Feng glanced at the schedule and replied, "Okay."

It started to drizzle on Friday evening.

When Raymond Lam left the company, it was already dark, and the sycamore leaves along the roadside were pattering in the rain. He drove to the mall first, bought a bag of fruit, and then picked up a six-inch mango mille-feuille from the dessert shop next door.

Shen Qianqian loves to eat this, but Ye Qinghan doesn't care.

When we arrived at Ye Qinghan's building, the rain had intensified. We parked the car and carried our things upstairs.

Shen Qianqian opened the door, wearing a light blue loungewear dress with a low neckline. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and her clean face was slightly flushed from the steam. When she saw Lin Feng, her eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile as she stepped aside to let him in.

"I thought you weren't coming," she said softly, reaching out to take the bag from his hand.

"It was raining and there was a traffic jam, so I went around in circles." Lin Feng changed his shoes and handed over the fruit and dessert, "Mango mille-feuille, the one you said you wanted to eat last time."

Shen Qianqian took the dessert box, glanced at it, and her face lit up with obvious joy. Ye Qinghan poked her head out of the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist, and a bunch of washed cilantro in her hand.

"You're here? Have a seat, the hot pot base will be ready soon." She smiled at Lin Feng and then retreated back into the kitchen.

Shen Qianqian put the desserts in the refrigerator and followed along with the fruit to help. Lin Feng also came into the kitchen, saying he wanted to lend a hand.

Ye Qinghan didn't stand on ceremony and asked him to peel and slice the lettuce. The kitchen was small, and the three of them were squeezed together, having to make way for each other as they moved.

Ye Qinghan was tall, and could easily reach the dishes in the top cabinet with a simple stretch. She was wearing a black fitted T-shirt and gray athletic shorts, showing off her slim waist and long legs.

As Lin Feng bent down to chop vegetables, she squeezed past him from behind, her chest brushing against his back, lingering for a little longer than a mere brush past.

We had hot pot for dinner.

The three people sat around the dining table. The pot was small, with one side containing tomato soup and the other side containing clear soup. White steam rose under the warm yellow light, and the glass window was covered with a layer of fog.

Ye Qinghan prepared a lot of dishes: sliced ​​beef, shrimp paste, lettuce, tofu skin, baby bok choy, a small bunch of washed cilantro, and a few slices of potato. Shen Qianqian was in charge of plating, arranging the dishes neatly, just like the way dishes are arranged in a restaurant kitchen.

"Qianqian's plating skills are pretty good." Lin Feng picked up a slice of fatty beef and put it into the tomato hot pot.

Shen Qianqian proudly raised her chin and put another shrimp paste in his bowl.

The three of them ate and chatted.

Shen Qianqian talked about things at school, saying that there was a professor who taught a major course in a very weak way, with a heavy regional accent. Half of the class was playing on their phones, and the other half was catching up on sleep. She was stuck in the middle and read a novel for the whole semester.

As she spoke, she put meat into her bowl, getting a little sesame paste on the corner of her mouth without realizing it. Lin Feng handed her a tissue, which she took, wiped her mouth, and casually placed on the table.

"That professor is teaching another course this semester, and I'm planning to drop it," Shen Qianqian said. "I checked the curriculum, and I can choose other elective courses to earn credits."

"Ask your advisor, make sure you don't withdraw the wrong one and then you won't have enough credits," Ye Qinghan said calmly.

"Okay."

Just as Lin Feng was about to say something, he suddenly felt a foot touch his calf under the table.

Without stopping, he picked up a slice of tripe and put it into the pot.

The foot didn't move; the toes gently hooked around his ankle through the fabric of his trousers, then rubbed upwards before finally stepping on the instep. The touch was warm, the pressure very light, like a tentative probe.

Lin Feng looked up at Ye Qinghan. Ye Qinghan was holding a bowl of soup, her expression calm, and she even turned to ask Shen Qianqian if she wanted some more tofu skin. But her feet were still on his lap, her toes nimbly climbing up his trouser leg.

"I'm going to the restroom." Shen Qianqian put down her chopsticks, got up, and left.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Ye Qinghan put down her bowl, stood up, walked around the corner of the table to Lin Feng's side, bent down and hugged his neck, pressing her lips to his.

It came suddenly, carrying a hint of sweet and sour from the tomato broth and the aroma of cilantro. Her tongue deftly probed in, her hands gripped the back of his head, her knees were already pressed against the outside of his thighs, and she seemed about to sit in his lap.

Lin Feng held her waist and returned her kiss. Her waist was very slender, and he could feel the slight sweat on her skin through her T-shirt.

The two kissed for about ten seconds, and then Raymond Lam patted her lower back.

Ye Qinghan understood, and gently bit his lower lip again before straightening up and returning to her seat. She took a tissue to wipe her mouth and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. The whole thing took less than half a minute; aside from her slightly rapid breathing, she appeared perfectly normal.

When Shen Qianqian came out of the restroom, Ye Qinghan was putting a plate of shrimp paste into a pot, saying as he did so, "I bought too little shrimp paste. I'll buy two more boxes next time."

Shen Qianqian sat back down in her chair without suspecting anything.

She poured herself a glass of juice and added some wine to Lin Feng's glass. Lin Feng picked up his glass, took a sip, and glanced at Ye Qinghan. Ye Qinghan happened to be looking over as well, her lips curving slightly as she silently mouthed two words.

Lin Feng read it aloud—"Again."

He smiled but didn't reply.

After dinner, the rain intensified, pounding against the windowpanes, and the clothesline outside the balcony swayed wildly in the wind. Lin Feng sat on the sofa and made two work calls, finishing around 10 p.m.

After Ye Qinghan finished cleaning the kitchen, he wiped his hands and came out, saying, "It's raining so hard, don't leave. Stay here tonight." Shen Qianqian sat on the other side of the sofa, looking at him expectantly.

"Brother Lin Feng, please don't leave." Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry.

"Okay, where will I sleep? On the sofa?" Lin Feng asked deliberately.

Shen Qianqian's face flushed instantly. She glanced at Ye Qinghan, then looked back at him. "My bed is very big." After saying this, she lowered her head, her ears turning red.

Ye Qinghan chuckled beside him, picked up her water glass, and went upstairs. "You guys make your own arrangements. I'm going to my room first."

Lin Feng took a shower and changed into a set of clean loungewear that Ye Qinghan had found for him. It was dark gray and made of a very soft material.

Shen Qianqian's room faces Ye Qinghan's bedroom.

As he was drying his hair, Shen Qianqian pushed open the door and entered. She was leaning against the headboard playing on her phone. When she saw him come in, she tossed her phone aside.

She stared straight at him without saying a word, then slid off the bed and took two steps toward him. After Lin Feng draped the towel over the back of the chair, she snuggled up to him, hugged his neck, and jumped onto him.

Lin Feng caught her, and the two of them lost their balance and fell onto the bed together.

The mattress was very springy; the two of them sank into it and bounced gently back up. Shen Qianqian rolled over and straddled him, her fingers beginning to unbutton his clothes. Her hair fell down, brushing against his face, tickling him.

"Did you think of me today..." Her voice was soft as she parted his shirt, her fingertips slowly sliding down his chest.

"Yes, I do." Lin Feng placed his hand on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her loungewear.

"You're lying. You haven't contacted me for so many days." She leaned down, buried her face in his neck, and breathed warmly on his neck.

Lin Feng's hand slid up from her waist, supporting her back, and with a flip, he pinned her beneath him. Shen Qianqian softly hummed in agreement, her hands climbing onto his shoulders.

The other person smelled of shower gel.

"Did you just take a shower?" Lin Feng sniffed her neck.

"I was already showered before you came in." She turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to him, her eyes half-closed.

Lin Feng lowered his head and kissed her collarbone, his hand slipping under the hem of her loungewear. Her skin was smooth, her waist narrow and supple. His fingers traveled upwards, touching her back. When his fingertips brushed against that small patch of skin on her back, Shen Qianqian visibly trembled.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"I'm not cold." Her voice trembled slightly, but her hands were already around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

The rain was still falling outside the window, the raindrops pounding against the glass, mingling with the low hum of the air conditioner. The bedside lamp was on, casting a dim, yellow light. Shen Qianqian's breathing grew heavier, and she ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching it.

Lin Feng lifted her skirt up to her waist and continued to climb upwards.

Shen Qianqian has very large breasts, almost overwhelmingly so among her peers, and they are also very well shaped.