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

Lin Feng helped her carry the bowl into the kitchen.

He Qianwen turned on the tap, and he took the washed dishes, dried them, and put them in the cupboard.

The two people stood on either side of the sink, neither of them speaking.

After tidying up, He Qianwen went upstairs.

About ten minutes later, she came down the stairs. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing a light pink yoga outfit with short sleeves and a low neckline, which accentuated her full breasts, creating a deep cleavage at the neckline.

The pants were tight-fitting capri pants that hugged her thighs and calves, highlighting the rounded, full shape of her buttocks. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor to a yoga mat laid out in the center of the living room.

"Coach Lin, since you're already here, it shouldn't be a charge to practice with me for a while, right? Hehehe."

Lin Feng waved his hand and walked over to stand on the mat next to her. When He Qianwen did the mountain pose, her pelvis tilted slightly forward and her chest pushed forward.

The cleavage at the neckline of her light pink short-sleeved shirt was squeezed even deeper, and Lin Feng reached out and pressed down on her hip bone, pushing her back.

"Tuck your tailbone in and align your pelvis."

He Qianwen's pelvis has corrected itself.

But her chest was still sticking forward. When she did forward bends, she bent over very slowly, and the curve of her chest sagged down with the movement, swaying under the light pink fabric.

Lin Feng squatted down beside her and placed his palm on her back.

"Keep your back flat."

He Qianwen straightened her back. She turned her face to look at him from between her legs. "Coach Lin, could you press your hands down a little more? I feel my lumbar spine is still arched."

Lin Feng moved his hand down her back to her lumbar spine and pressed down hard with the base of his palm.

He Qianwen's back has become a little flatter.

In the following poses, such as Downward-Facing Dog, Warrior II, and Side Angle Pose, He Qianwen needed him to adjust each movement hand-in-hand.

Every time his hand touched her body, she would lean a little closer to him. Not in a way that made her lose her balance, but very gently, little by little.

When doing the bridge pose, He Qianwen pushes her hips up, and Lin Feng holds her hip bones with both hands and lifts them up.

Her buttocks, encased in light pink yoga pants, were taut in his palm. On the third breath, her hips suddenly sank slightly downwards.

Lin Feng's fingers slid down from her hip bone to her side, his fingertips touching the lower edge of her ribs.

He Qianwen slowly descended from the bridge pose and lay on the mat, the neckline of her light pink short-sleeved shirt slightly flared out to the sides because of this position.

He looked down at his chest.

"Coach Lin, the spot you massaged for me last time really felt good for several days afterward. Could you massage it for me again today?"

Lin Feng knelt down beside her.

His fingers landed under her armpit, his thumb finding the lymph nodes in her armpit and gently pressing down and massaging clockwise. He Qianwen's eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her fingers slowly moved from her armpit towards her chest, and her skin contracted slightly as they passed the side of her ribs.

"A little higher," He Qianwen's voice came from her throat, with a slight nasal tone.

Lin Feng moved his finger up half an inch.

Her fingertips were less than a finger's width away from the edge of that full mound on her chest.

He Qianwen raised her hand and pressed it against the back of Lin Feng's hand, pulling his hand towards her chest.

Lin Feng's fingers touched that soft, full mound, soft as a balloon filled with warm water through the thin fabric of his light pink yoga dress. The soft flesh deformed slightly, and the edges bulged out a little.

He Qianwen took a breath.

Her chest thrust forward towards his palm, and her full breasts sank even deeper...

This reminded him of Zhou Mei.

That night in the bedroom at Zhonghai City, when I placed my palm on it, it felt the same way.

He Qianwen's leg moved slightly on the mat, her knee touching his side. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breath brushed against his wrist.

Through the thin fabric of her light pink yoga dress, the warmth and weight of that soft flesh were palpable. He Qianwen's chest rose and fell slightly, each breath causing that full mound to rise and fall.

He pressed his thumb down on an acupoint on the outside of her chest, then moved his other four fingers away from her chest, leaving only his thumb to massage the acupoint clockwise.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but steady and resonant.

He Qianwen opened her eyes a crack and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his ears were bright red, but his fingers were still steadily on the acupoints.

Just now, when she pressed her hand against the back of his hand and pulled it towards her chest, his fingers covered it.

She could feel the warmth of his palm; his five fingers were spread out, almost grasping her.

But only for a fleeting moment, and he moved his hand away.

"Sister He, regularly stimulating the acupoints on the outer side of the chest helps with circulation." Lin Feng's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was exactly the same as when he corrected her posture in class.

He Qianwen closed her eyes again, and a small smile curved her lips.

Lin Feng rubbed the acupoints on the outside of her chest with his thumb for about two or three minutes, then removed his fingers and placed them on the side of her ribs, pushing down along the intercostal spaces one by one.

He Qianwen's breathing gradually became deep and long.

"Roll over and lie face down, relax your back a bit more."

He Qianwen rolled over and lay face down on the bath towel, her arms crossed and resting under her chin. Her buttocks, encased in light pink yoga pants, were right under his nose, two round mounds of flesh bulging fully beneath the fabric.

It's not the kind of perky, peach-shaped buttocks like Yang Ru's, but the shape is still very nice, with a smooth curve extending from the waist down.

Lin Feng knelt beside her, placed the heel of his hand on her back, and began pushing upwards from her lumbar spine. The muscles below were much softer than last time, and by the time he reached her shoulder blades, there were no obvious nodules.

His palms moved from her back to her waist, and the heels of his palms gently massaged the muscles on both sides of her waist.

"Start with your hips," He Qianwen's voice came from under her arm.

Lin Feng's hand moved down, the heel of his palm pressing against her gluteus maximus. The fabric of the light pink yoga pants was very thin, and the flesh of her buttocks beneath his palm was warm and soft, slightly deforming under his pressure.

He pushed from the outside of the gluteus maximus towards the middle with the heel of his palm, and when he reached the peak of the buttocks, the muscle tightened slightly in his palm.

He Qianwen groaned softly as Lin Feng's palm rubbed her gluteus maximus a few times, then pushed down her thigh along the back of her thigh, all the way to the back of her knee, and her leg slowly relaxed under his palm.

After massaging her legs, Lin Feng moved his fingers to the back of her neck, and gently massaged the muscles on both sides of her cervical spine with his thumbs.

He Qianwen's breathing became slower and deeper, her chin buried in her arms, and her eyes closed. Lin Feng's thumb massaged from the back of her neck to her Fengchi acupoint, and then from the Fengchi acupoint to her temples.

Her skin beneath her fingertips was warm and smooth.

Her breathing became even. Lin Feng's fingers stopped on her temple, and he looked down at her profile. Her eyelashes stopped fluttering, her lips were slightly parted, and her chin was buried in her arms.

She actually fell asleep.

Lin Feng gently removed his hand from her temple.

He took a thin blanket from the sofa, unfolded it, and covered her with it, tucking the edges of the blanket under her shoulders.

Then he stood up, tiptoed to the entrance, and changed his shoes.

It was getting dark outside.