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

Lin Feng knelt beside her, his hands resting on his thighs. Her burgundy yoga clothes clung to her figure, her chest rising and falling slightly with her steady breathing, falling into his line of sight.

He Qianwen lay on the bath towel, looking at him with no deliberate provocation or blatant testing in her eyes. She simply waited calmly for his reply, her expression composed, as if she were seeking the most ordinary professional advice.

"Sister He, to relax the chest and shoulder muscles and lymph nodes, you need to start with the lymph nodes under the armpits." He heard his voice was deeper than usual. "But... wouldn't that be a bit inconvenient?"

"I'm your member, what's there to be shy about?" He Qianwen raised her arms above her head and crossed them behind her head. This posture fully stretched her shoulders and chest, and the cuffs of her sleeves slipped down slightly with the movement, revealing the delicate skin under her armpits. The lines of her chest also became more relaxed and slender as she stretched.

Lin Feng's fingers landed under her armpit. Her skin was smooth and carried a faint scent of shower gel. He precisely located the lymph nodes in her armpit with his thumb, gently applying pressure and slowly massaging in a clockwise direction.

He Qianwen took a breath and then slowly exhaled. Her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly in the morning light.

Lin Feng finished massaging the left side with his thumb and moved to the right. He Qianwen's breathing gradually became slow and deep. His fingertips followed the lymphatic drainage and slowly moved towards the outer side of her chest. When they brushed against the side of her ribs, her skin trembled slightly, then relaxed. His fingertips slowly moved forward along the muscle lines, getting closer and closer to the acupoints on the outer edge of her pectoral muscles...

Lin Feng's fingertips rested steadily on the acupoint on the outer side of the pectoralis major muscle. Beneath his fingertips was the delicate skin of the side of the ribs, and he could clearly feel the warmth emanating from beneath the skin. He was only a fraction of a second away from the target acupoint. He didn't move forward even a fraction of an inch.

His thumb pressed precisely on the acupoint on the outer side of her chest, the force steady and deep. He Qianwen's breathing suddenly became heavy for a moment, but Lin Feng's finger remained firmly planted on the acupoint, without shifting even slightly.

He used the heel of his palm to push and stroke along the armpit towards the outer side of the chest, relaxing the taut fascia at the outer edge of the pectoralis major muscle. The outline of his body was not far from the side of his palm, rising and falling gently with the force of the push, but he always maintained a professional distance, never overstepping the bounds.

He Qianwen's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes a crack to look at Lin Feng kneeling beside her. A thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and the sweat slid down his temples, hanging on the edge of his jawbone.

But his fingers moved steadily and rhythmically, massaging the acupoints clockwise with just the right amount of force, demonstrating professionalism and restraint.

He Qianwen's hand fell from above her head and gripped Lin Feng's arm, her nails leaving several shallow crescent-shaped marks on his skin. Lin Feng's fingers continued to press and massage the acupoints at a steady pace, the taut muscles beneath his fingertips slowly softening and relaxing.

About five or six minutes later.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and rested it on his knees. His forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and a small patch of his white yoga clothes was soaked through, clinging tightly to his shoulder blades.

He Qianwen's hand slid off his arm and rested on the bath towel. She lay quietly, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath, the wine-red fabric rippling softly with each breath.

After resting for a while, she slowly sat up, straightened her disheveled collar, and looked up at Lin Feng. He was looking down, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, the edges of the bandage on his hand slightly curled up from the sweat.

He Qianwen's lips curved into a smile. "Teacher Lin, your massage technique is quite good too."

Lin Feng lowered his hand from his forehead. "Sister He, regularly unblocking the lymph nodes and acupoints around the chest and shoulders helps with circulation and relaxation."

He Qianwen stood up from the mat, walked to the wall, picked up a towel, and wiped her neck.

After wiping, she folded the towel and turned around. "Teacher Lin, let me treat you to dinner tonight."

"Sister He, I have plans tonight. I'm really sorry."

He Qianwen put the towel into her bag and zipped it up. "What about tomorrow?"

"I'll go tomorrow afternoon."

He Qianwen picked up her bag and walked towards the door.

"Then tomorrow afternoon. I'll decide on the place, and I'll send it to your phone once it's finalized." She pushed open the door and went out.

Lin Feng stood on the mat for a while, then went into the changing room, took off his white yoga clothes, and threw them into the recycling bin. After changing into his own clothes, he used a towel to wipe his neck and forehead.

He didn't leave immediately. Following Xiao Wei's directions, he went to Luo Ruoxi's office, knocked on the door, and went in. He found Luo Ruoxi was working on her computer, but stopped when she saw him come in.

"Please sit down!"

Luo Ruoxi stood up from behind her desk, walked to the water dispenser, took a paper cup, filled it with water, and handed it to him. Then she leaned against the edge of the desk, crossed her arms, and looked at him.

"How were your classes this morning?"

"Sister He has been under a lot of work pressure lately, and her shoulders, neck, and back are very tight. I led her through some relaxing poses and gave her a massage. She said she feels much better."

Luo Ruoxi nodded. "He Qianwen isn't a bad person, she just talks a lot. If she tries to chat with you, just listen. But whatever she tells you, once you leave this room, it's all forgotten. That's the rule in this industry."

Lin Feng nodded.

Luo Ruoxi straightened up from the edge of her desk. "I'm treating everyone to lunch. A new Cantonese restaurant just opened downstairs. Xiaowei is going too." She picked up her phone and glanced at the time. "You have an hour left. You can take a nap in the office for a bit."

The Cantonese restaurant is located in the building near Club No. 3.

The crystal shrimp dumplings were served steaming hot, and the skin was so thin that you could see the pink shrimp inside.

Luo Ruoxi picked up a piece of chopsticks and placed it in Lin Feng's bowl. Xiao Wei, standing beside him, was disassembling chopsticks while telling Lin Feng about something he didn't know.

"Your yoga room number three used to be used by a female instructor. When she left, the members made a fuss for a while, all wanting refunds. Manager Luo called the members every day during that time to appease them, and her voice became hoarse. Later, they couldn't find a suitable instructor, so they left that room vacant. Until Sister Xu Qing recommended you."

Lin Feng chewed on a shrimp dumpling, then glanced at Luo Ruoxi. She was looking down at her soup, gently stirring it with her spoon.

After finishing his meal and returning to the club, Lin Feng lay down on the sofa in his office for a while.

I fell asleep this time.

When I woke up, there was a thin blanket covering me. I didn't know who had put it there. I folded the blanket and put it on the armrest of the sofa. Then I went into the bathroom and washed my face.

The customer in the afternoon was Yang Ru.

She was wearing a dark green yoga outfit today, and when she walked in, Raymond Lam noticed that her expression was more relaxed than last time.

"Sister Yang, today we'll start with hip flexibility."

Yang Ru nodded and walked to the center of the mat.

When she did the cat-cow pose, her movements were much smoother than last time, and the range of her pelvic tilt was also greater.

When she does Downward-Facing Dog, her back is almost flat, with a clean straight line drawn from her wrists to her sit bones.

Lin Feng stood behind her, placed his hands on either side of her hips, and lifted her up. "Sister Yang, you're in much better shape today than last time."

Yang Ru's voice came from between her arms. "I practiced what you taught me a few times at home last time."

Yang Ru performed each of the following poses—Warrior II, Side Angle Pose, and Triangle Pose—very steadily.

The gluteal muscles, sculpted through long-term training, are firm and powerful. As the posture changes, they tighten and stretch in an orderly manner, and the outline of the gluteus maximus in action is clearly visible under the fabric.

When doing the bridge pose, she steadily pushes her hips to the highest point, fully contracting and tightening her gluteal muscles, creating smooth and full lines, which is clearly the result of long-term consistent training.