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

Lin Feng stored the four plush toys away first, while Shen Qianqian bought a large portion of popcorn and two cups of cola. The two of them went through the ticket check and entered the couples' hall.

The hall wasn't large, with seven or eight rows of double sofas, and about ten people were scattered around, all of them couples, who consciously sat apart from each other.

Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian walked to the last row and sat down at the very edge. The sofa was very soft, and when the two of them sat down, the gap in the middle sank in under their weight, and their shoulders naturally pressed together.

Shen Qianqian placed the popcorn bucket on the armrest of the sofa between the two of them.

The lights went out.

When the screen lights up, the projector's beam shines overhead, illuminating the tiny dust particles floating in the air.

Shen Qianqian leaned her body a little closer to him, her shoulder pressed against his arm, separated by two thin layers of cotton fabric.

The movie was very funny.

When Wang Baoqiang was chasing the murderer all over the street on screen, Shen Qianqian laughed so hard her shoulders shook, and she reached into the popcorn bucket and grabbed a handful.

Lin Feng also reached out to grab some, and their fingers touched inside the popcorn bucket. Their fingertips felt cool, coated with the sugary frosting of the popcorn.

After they touched, her fingers twitched slightly, but instead of pulling away, she opened them slightly and intertwined them with his.

Inside the popcorn bucket, two people held hands quietly. On the screen, Wang Baoqiang fell into a fruit tricycle, and durians hit him in the face.

People in the front row were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Lin Feng gently brushed his thumb against the back of her hand, and her fingers tightened.

During the latter half of the movie, Shen Qianqian rested her head on his shoulder.

His hair was loose over his shoulders, the scent of shampoo wafted over, and his even, warm breath wafted through the fabric of his shirt onto his shoulders.

The light from the screen shone on her face, and the outline of her baby face flickered in and out of the light.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at her.

When the light shone directly on her face, you could see a tiny mole on the tip of her nose. The light pink lip gloss on her lips had almost completely worn off, revealing the natural color of her lips, a light pink.

Shen Qianqian felt him looking at her and looked up. The light from the screen shone into her brown pupils, making them sparkle.

Her eyelashes trembled, then she tilted her head back slightly and pressed her lips to his.

The popcorn bucket was jostled by the two people's arms, causing it to shake and a few kernels of popcorn to roll out and fall onto the sofa.

Shen Qianqian's lips were soft, carrying the sweetness of cola and the caramel scent of popcorn. The kiss was light and short; their lips touched for only two or three seconds before they parted.

He turned his face back to look at the screen, but his fingers were still clenched tightly in the popcorn bucket.

On screen, Liu Haoran is deducing the case, reciting his lines one by one. Shen Qianqian's chest rises and falls slightly beneath her white short-sleeved shirt, and the mark left by her crossbody bag sways gently with her breath.

The movie ended quickly.

As the credits rolled on the screen, the lights in the theater came on. The couples in the front row began packing up and leaving.

Shen Qianqian pulled her hand out of the popcorn bucket, stood up, and pulled her skirt down a bit.

The two walked out of the movie theater; it was already dark outside. The mall was brightly lit, and the escalators were packed with people.

Shen Qianqian walked to his left, holding the white cat she had won from the claw machine in her arms, her chin resting on the cat's head.

Walking to the plaza outside Wanda Plaza, the musical fountain was spraying water, and colorful lights changed colors under the water jets.

Shen Qianqian sat down on a bench next to the fountain and placed the white cat on her lap.

Lin Feng sat down next to her.

"Lin Feng." Her voice was softer than usual.

"Um."

"Don't you like me?" She didn't look at him, her eyes fixed on the changing colors of the fountain. "What do you think is wrong with me?"

"Qianqian, you are really good."

Shen Qianqian pinched the white cat's ear with her fingers. The cat's ear stood up and then went limp.

"Let me start with my family," Lin Feng said, leaning on the edge of the bench and looking at the fountain. "My dad works on construction sites, and my mom works as a stock clerk in a supermarket. Together they make about seven or eight thousand a month. I'll earn my own tuition for next semester."

Shen Qianqian's finger stopped on the cat's ear.

"I also have an older sister who lives next door. We grew up together." He pulled his hands back from the edge of the bench and placed them on his knees. "Me and her—"

Lin Feng paused for a moment, "I don't know what I am now, but I really don't want to lie to you, given my current situation..."

The fountain's music changed, and the water jets rose and fell in rhythm. The colored lights changed from red to blue, and then from blue to green.

Shen Qianqian picked up the white cat from her lap and placed it on the bench between the two of them.

"I don't care who you like. Anyway, I've already started to like you a little," she said, turning her head to look at him, her brown pupils flashing brightly in the fountain's colored light. "The fact that you can tell me so much proves that you have feelings for me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have said anything at all."

After saying that, she removed her hand from the cat and hugged his arm.

Even through two thin layers of cotton fabric, the warm and soft touch could be clearly felt.

"I was in third grade when my dad passed away. My mom was busy with work and couldn't take care of me. From childhood to adulthood, I've always gone to parent-teacher conferences by myself. When my classmates had birthday parties, they invited the whole class, but no one invited me. I don't know why, maybe I just seemed unapproachable." She rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice muffled.

"Up until college. The last time you bumped into me in the hallway, you put your hand on my chest, and I thought you were a pervert. Later, you rushed back in the alley with a brick, your arm covered in blood, and you asked me if I was okay. From then on, I felt very safe with you. I can't explain why."

Her arms tightened. "I don't care about your family's financial situation. My dad passed away when we had no money, and my mom raised me alone. That might have shaped my personality. It's only after you came into my life that I feel like things have changed."

The fountain music stopped.

The water jets fell, the surface of the water returned to calm, and the colorful lights continued to change colors underwater.

The number of people in the square gradually decreased.

Since the other party had said all that, Lin Feng didn't know what to say. He extended his hand, and the other party took his hand in return.

"Let's go for a walk up ahead!"

The two people stood up and walked out of the square.

Shen Qianqian held the white cat in one arm and held his hand with the other, their fingers interlaced, a faint smile on her face.