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

Shen Qianqian raised her hand and wrapped it around Lin Feng's neck, running her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

Lin Feng's hand rested on her waist, and through the thin cotton fabric of her light yellow shirt, he could feel the warmth of her waist.

She turned her body slightly towards him, the hem of her pleated skirt rubbing softly against the stone bench.

Her lips parted slightly, and the tip of her tongue touched Lin Feng's tongue. Lin Feng's fingers tightened slightly at her waist.

Shen Qianqian's breathing became heavier, and her chest rose and fell more noticeably beneath her light yellow shirt.

Lin Feng's lips moved away from hers, stopping just a finger's width away. His fingers were still on her waist, and his heart was pounding as if he had just finished a set of burpees.

"Shallowly".

"Mmm." Her voice had a slight nasal tone.

"May I touch it?"

Shen Qianqian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She turned her face slightly away, her ears turned red, and her fingers slid down from the back of his head to rest on his shoulder.

"Mmm."

Lin Feng's fingers slowly moved upwards from her waist. They traced the outline of her ribs, passed the seams on the side of her shirt, and finally touched the lower edge of her chest.

It's slightly smaller than Zhou Mei's.

The lace pattern of the lingerie pressed against his fingertips, slightly deforming through the layer of cotton fabric and lace.

Shen Qianqian bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into it. Her fingers gripped the fabric of Lin Feng's T-shirt tightly on his shoulder. But instead of pulling away, she leaned slightly towards his hand.

Lin Feng's fingers tightened slightly.

She groaned softly, buried her face in his neck, and her warm breath touched his skin.

About ten seconds.

Lin Feng loosened his grip and placed his fingers on her waist again. Shen Qianqian's face was still buried in his neck, her hair brushing against his chin. Her breathing gradually calmed down.

She lifted her face from his neck. Her cheeks were flushed, as if she were drunk, the redness running from her cheekbones down to her neck. The earring on the kitten's ear glittered.

Shen Qianqian looked at him, her lips moved slightly, and then the corners of her mouth curved up.

"How does it feel?"

"It's great, I like it."

Shen Qianqian's face turned even redder.

She reached out and punched him on the shoulder. "Let's go, let's go." She stood up, straightened the hem of her pleated skirt, and picked up her canvas bag.

Lin Feng stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder. The two of them walked back along the stone path.

Shen Qianqian took his hand again, their fingers intertwined. As they passed the lake, she pulled him to stop and look at the water lilies.

Several white and pink water lilies floated on the lake, their petals half-open in the afternoon sunlight.

She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and then turned the camera to focus on the two of them. Lin Feng's profile and hers were squeezed into the screen, with water lilies and a lake in the background. She pressed the shutter.

When I posted it on WeChat Moments, I added a lotus flower emoji.

The descent was slower than the ascent.

At the foot of the mountain, they saw a cotton candy stall. Shen Qianqian bought a pink one and ate it as she walked, sugar strands sticking to the corners of her mouth. She took out a tissue to wipe them off. Lin Feng asked for a blue one.

In the evening, I found a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant.

The shop was small, with plastic tables and chairs, and a menu with red background and yellow lettering on the wall. The freezer was filled with strings of ingredients in plastic basins.

Shen Qianqian took several skewers of lotus root slices and potato slices, while Lin Feng took a bunch of beef and luncheon meat.

The proprietress put the skewers into the boiling soup pot to blanch them, and when she took them out, they were covered with bright red chili oil.

Shen Qianqian took a bite of the lotus root slice, chewed it a couple of times, and a tiny bead of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

"It's a bit spicy."

"Didn't you say you love spicy food but can't handle it?"

"I love to eat it, and it's spicy, as I like it." She took a big gulp of iced soy milk, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then picked up another skewer.

After they finished their spicy hot pot, Lin Feng walked her to the entrance of her apartment complex. The setting sun had painted the sky orange-red, and the security guard at the gate was the same one as before, looking down at his phone.

Shen Qianqian stood by the access control, the hem of her pleated skirt gently brushing against her thighs in the evening breeze. She took the white cat out of the canvas bag, hugged it to her arms, and tiptoed to kiss it on the corner of its mouth.

"Message me when you get home."

"Mmm."

She swiped her key card to open the door and went inside. She glanced back at him, raised one of the white cat's paws in her arms, as if to say goodbye.

Then it disappeared around the corner.

I got home, took a shower, changed into a clean T-shirt, and lay down on the bed. My phone vibrated; it was a message from Xiaowei: "He Qianwen's class is at 9 a.m. tomorrow, and He Yangru's class is at 3 p.m. tomorrow."

He replied with "Received". Then he opened the chat window with Shen Qianqian.

"I have classes tomorrow. Both in the morning and afternoon. As for buying clothes—"

Shen Qianqian replied instantly. "It's okay. We'll find time later." She added a nodding cat emoji afterward.

A few seconds later, he sent another message: "Today was so embarrassing, I just realized you're a little pervert!"

Raymond Lam's lips curled into a smile. "I never knew you had such a great figure!"

Shen Qianqian sent a series of cat-hitting emojis, and finally added a voice message.

Shen Qianqian sent a series of cat-hitting emojis, then a cat-covering-face emoji. After a while, she sent a photo.

A black lace slip dress, the same one as last night. But this time the photo was taken from the front, and the neckline is so low that you can almost see the edge of my bra.

She sent another voice message, her voice soft and slightly nasal. "Of course—from now on... I'll only show it to you."

……

Lin Feng didn't know when he fell asleep.

All I remember is that Shen Qianqian posted several photos. Some were of her wearing a nightgown and leaning against the headboard, some were of her in front of a mirror, and one was of her lying on the bed with the thin straps of her black lace camisole sliding down her shoulders, the skin below her collarbone glowing with a delicate luster in the warm light.

Finally, I replied with "Aren't you getting up early tomorrow?" The other person responded with a yawning cat emoji and said, "I'm going to sleep right away."

Later, as he held his phone, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

When I woke up in the morning, my phone was still under my face. On the screen was my chat with Shen Qianqian. The last message she sent at 2 a.m. was "Goodnight," followed by a cat emoji covering itself with a blanket.

He said, "Get up," and put his phone on the bedside table.

While taking a shower, hot water poured down from above his head, and Lin Feng stood in the water with his eyes closed.

For the time being, I will not tell Shen Qianqian that I am a yoga instructor.

It's not that I want to hide it from her, it's that I don't know how to say it.

A college freshman works as a yoga instructor at a high-end women's club, teaching a group of female members in their thirties and forties every day, and sometimes giving them massages.

Anyone who heard this would feel something was off; let's wait for the right time to talk about it.