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

His breathing was even, and his golden-brown hair was loose on Lin Feng's shoulders, with a few strands falling on the back of his hand. The other person was holding his arm, and the two extremely heavy mounds of his chest pressed down on his forearm, and the heat was constantly transmitted through the thin fabric of the T-shirt.

Lin Feng didn't move, but turned his head and exchanged a glance with Ouyang Qian.

Ouyang Qian was reading a magazine on her phone when she glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. Her lips twitched slightly, but she lowered her head and continued turning the pages.

"She slept soundly." Ouyang Qian's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it.

"I'm tired. I didn't sleep much last night," Lin Feng said.

"You're so energetic," Ouyang Qian turned a page of the magazine. "You even took her all over the mall today."

Are you praising me or insulting me?

"Yes, I have both." She closed the magazine, tilted her head to look at him, and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm serious. This girl is too strikingly beautiful; things are different in China than in Europe. You'd better think carefully about her identity, residence, and job after she goes back. Don't let her get investigated at Hohai University; after all, public opinion among international friends is still..."

"I'll make arrangements when I get back," Lin Feng said.

The plane landed in Copenhagen in the evening.

The sky was dyed a vast expanse of orange-red by the setting sun, and the clouds looked like burning cotton wool. After collecting my luggage, I found the hotel's airport shuttle already waiting at the door. It was a clean black Volvo minivan, driven by a blond young man holding a sign with Raymond Lam's name on it.

After arriving at the hotel, Ouyang Qian checked in at the front desk. There were two rooms, one for Ouyang Qian and one for Lin Feng and Sophia. This arrangement was Lin Feng's suggestion, and Ouyang Qian didn't ask any questions, only asking the front desk for an extra room key.

As the elevator ascended, Ouyang Qian blinked and said to Lin Feng, "Mr. Lin, make sure you get a good rest tonight. We're going to Xinhang tomorrow morning and Rosenberg Palace in the afternoon. I've arranged the itinerary." She then glanced at Sophia standing behind Lin Feng and added, "Keep your passport safe."

Lin Feng said he understood.

The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor. Ouyang Qian went out first, swiped her card at her room door, and waved to them without turning her head, saying, "Goodnight."

Lin Feng and Sophia went into the next room. After the door closed, Sophia took the initiative to pull Lin Feng's luggage to the wall and put it down, and then bent down to take his coat.

I sat on the sofa, watching her bustling around.

The other person changed into the jeans and white T-shirt that Ouyang Qian had picked out. When she bent over, a section of her lower back was exposed, and her skin was so white that you could almost see the outline of her spine. Her two long legs, encased in jeans, looked straight and slender from behind, and her buttocks were taut, full and firm, with the upward elasticity unique to young girls.

"No need to rush, sit down and rest for a while," Lin Feng said.

Sofia hung up her coat, walked to the sofa, squatted down, and looked up at him. When she squatted down, the neckline of her T-shirt was almost completely open due to the angle, and the two large, round white mounds on her chest were squeezed out by her bra, creating a deep cleavage and puffing up in the collar.

Her frame was actually quite narrow, with her shoulder blades resembling two thin wings pressed together, yet her chest was disproportionately large compared to her slender shoulders and waist. Her golden-brown hair slid down from her shoulders, falling beside her collarbone and partially obscuring her gleaming white skin.

"I'm not tired. Do you want some water? I'll boil some for you." Her English still had a heavy accent, but her eyes were very serious, as if she was afraid the other person would abandon her.

"Come here first," Lin Feng beckoned to her.

Sophia stood up, took two steps forward, and her knees touched his. Lin Feng gently pulled her wrist, and she fell into the sofa, leaning against him.

Her body was soft, carrying the faint scent of laundry detergent from her freshly changed clothes, as well as the warm scent emanating from a young woman's skin.

His golden-brown hair was loose over his shoulders, and his breathing was a little rapid, but his gray-green eyes were wide open. He did not resist, but instead approached with a bit of instinct.

Lin Feng's arm slipped around her waist, his fingers slipping under her T-shirt. Her skin was burning hot, and the firm muscles of her waist and abdomen twitched gently in his palm.

The hand continues upwards...

Sofia gave a soft hum, but instead of pulling away, she snuggled closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his chin, and whispered in broken English, "You saved me. I want to thank you."

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

He glanced down at her, released her hand, and patted her lower back. "Go take a shower first."

Sofia sat up from his lap, glanced down at her disheveled collar, and then obediently nodded. She stood up, straightened her T-shirt, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Her long legs, encased in jeans, were dazzlingly white under the lights, and the shape of her hips swayed gently from side to side as she walked, making her look so youthful that it was impossible to look away.

She paused at the bathroom door, turned back to look at Lin Feng, a faint, gentle smile appearing on her lips, before going inside.

Compared to the reserved nature of Chinese people, foreign women are not at all secretive about their inner thoughts, and they adapt very quickly.

But thinking about it, what else can the other party do besides rely on themselves right now?

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, took out his phone and scrolled through it. Ouyang Qian had sent him a message with tomorrow's schedule, ending with the sentence: "Get some rest. I heard foreign women are all quite..."

He smiled but didn't reply, tossed his phone onto the coffee table, and listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom.

After about ten minutes, the sound of water stopped.

The door opened a crack, and hot air rushed out. Sophia leaned out, her hair wet and clinging to her shoulders, and she was wrapped in a white bath towel.

The bath towel wasn't long; the top edge was stretched taut above her chest, and the bottom barely covered her upper thighs. Barefoot on the carpet, water droplets dripped from her hair, landing on her collarbone, then sliding down her chest and into the towel.

"I...don't have pajamas." She stood at the bathroom door, clutching the edge of a towel with both hands, her gray-green eyes misty as she looked at him.

Lin Feng stood up, looked at the other person, and said, "You don't need to wear it anymore." Then he walked over and untied Sophia's bath towel.

The moment the towel slipped down, I saw her body clearly for the first time.

It seems even more exciting than he imagined!