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

The park stretches along the coastline, and the sea breeze is stronger. Ouyang Qian wrapped her trench coat tighter, but still clung to Lin Feng's arm. The Little Mermaid statue sat on a rock by the shore, life-size, with its back to the crowd, its head slightly lowered, its expression unreadable.

To be honest, it was rather ordinary, even much smaller than I had imagined, but since I was already there, I still had to take a look. Ouyang Qian took a photo with the bronze statue next to her, and then handed her phone to Lin Feng so he could take a picture of her with the statue.

After taking the photos, she glanced at the final product and said that she had made the bronze statue look ugly. Then she pulled Raymond Lam and said, "Forget it, let's not take any more photos. Let's go see the fountain in front."

The water jets of the Gefion Fountain rose high under the hazy sky, and the sea breeze blew, turning the mist into a fine spray that landed on the two people.

Ouyang Qian shrank her neck, the wind blowing her hair into a mess, but she didn't care, her eyes crinkling with laughter...

It was nearly dusk when we left Longshore Park. A crack appeared in the gray clouds on the horizon, and the setting sun peeked through, turning the sea into a vast expanse of molten gold.

The two stood by the seawall for a while, neither of them speaking. Then Ouyang Qian suddenly turned her face and kissed him on the lips. This time it wasn't on the cheek, but on the lips.

It didn't last long, only two seconds, but it was enough to leave Lin Feng stunned.

"Don't overthink it, I'm just happy today." She let go of his arm and walked towards the parking lot, the hem of her trench coat billowing in the wind.

After returning to the hotel, Ouyang Qian went straight to her room, saying that she had been enjoying the sea breeze all day and wanted to get some rest early that night.

Lin Feng returned to his room, where Sophia was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, her long hair casually tied back with a hair tie. Seeing him return, she jumped off the sofa and ran towards him barefoot, her movements much more natural than yesterday.

"Lin, you're back." She looked up at him, her grey-green eyes sparkling. "I watched TV in my room for a long time today. It's so quiet here, I was a little bored."

Lin Feng ruffled her hair, took off his coat and handed it to her. She took it, hung it up, then knelt down to untie his shoelaces and put the shoes on the shoe rack by the door. Lin Feng sat on the sofa and checked his messages on his phone.

Ye Qinghan sent him a message asking when he would return to China.

Within the next few days, at the latest next Wednesday. The other end quickly replied with an "okay," and then added: Let me know before you come back, and I'll pick you up.

Lin Feng put his phone on the coffee table and beckoned Sophia over.

She walked over, squatted down beside the sofa, placed her hands on his knees, and looked up at him. Lin Feng touched her face, his fingertips sliding down her brow bone, across her nose, and to her lips. Sophia slightly opened her mouth, touched his fingertips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Go take a shower first," he said.

……

The next morning, Sofia was able to walk normally.

She was noticeably more comfortable in the latter half of last night than the first night. Although she was still a bit inexperienced, the flexibility of her young body kept Lin Feng up until late into the night.

When I woke up in the morning, she was lying on her side next to me, with one arm draped over my waist. Her gray-green eyes were open, quietly watching me, as if she had been watching me for a long time.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Lin Feng's voice was a little hoarse.

"I slept well. Are you tired?" Sofia leaned closer to him, her two soft, heavy breasts pressing against the outside of his arm, still warm from just waking up. Her English was still halting, but her expression was much smoother than the previous two days.

"Not bad." Lin Feng sat up, checked the time, and said, "Let's go to the game together today. Can we go?"

"It's okay." Sophia also got out of bed, stood up, took a few steps, and looked back at him. "It's just a little bit uncomfortable yet. But it doesn't hurt anymore."

Lin Feng didn't say much. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out to change, Sophia was already dressed. She was wearing the same light blue jeans and white T-shirt, and white sneakers.

People with good figures look good in anything. Sofia tied her hair into a high ponytail, revealing her clean and clear face.

"I feel good today," she said.

Lin Feng took the ticket she handed him. "What competition?"

"A Danish Superliga match, Copenhagen FC vs. Brøndby, a derby." Ouyang Qian handed another ticket to Sofia, "The hotel booked the tickets for us, front row."

The three of them left the hotel and took a taxi to the stadium.

On the way, Sofia sat next to Raymond Lam in the back seat, while Ouyang Qian sat in the front passenger seat. The driver was a local of Middle Eastern descent who, upon hearing that they were going to see the derby, talked enthusiastically the whole way, with Ouyang Qian occasionally turning her head to translate a few words.

Sofia doesn't understand Danish, but when she sees Ouyang Qian laughing, she laughs along with her.

The stadium was already packed with people. Fans from both teams entered from different directions, their chants and drumbeats shaking the ground. They had bought seats near the corner of the pitch on the side, offering excellent views. The grass was just a few steps away, and they could smell the scent of grass mixed with earth.

Lin Feng sat in the middle, Ouyang Qian on the left, and Sophia on the right. The two women, one aloof and the other radiant, stood out among the group of Scandinavian men, attracting many glances from all sides. Some looked openly, while others pretended to glance at them casually.

Sophia was a little nervous, her hands clasped together on her lap. Lin Feng patted her thigh and said it was okay. She smiled back and unconsciously leaned closer to him.

After the match started, the pace of the game was even faster than Lin Feng had expected.

The Nordic teams are very aggressive, with frequent long balls, crosses, and physical contact, resulting in a flurry of red and yellow cards. Ouyang Qian watched intently, occasionally discussing formations and transitions between attack and defense with Lin Feng. Sofia didn't know much about football, but when a goal was scored, she would stand up and cheer with the crowd, her high ponytail swinging back and forth, her face beaming with a bright smile.

"I'm thinking of making some other investments," Lin Feng said during a lull in the attack, his eyes still on the court. "If Russia and Ukraine really start fighting, oil and gold prices will both go up. The entry point for crude oil futures or gold right now isn't bad."

Ouyang Qian turned her head to the side and tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear. "You've actually started thinking about this."

"Men have a bit of intuition about these things," Lin Feng said.

"How much are you planning to invest?"

"Let's test the waters with ten million first. Didn't you say you knew someone who works in this field?"