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

Lin Feng threw his yoga clothes into the recycling bin, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left Yoga Room No. 3.

Xiao Wei was yawning at the front desk in front of her computer screen when she saw him come out and waved. She said, "See you next week, Sister Wei," and quickly walked towards the elevator.

Stepping out of the clubhouse, the afternoon sun wasn't so harsh anymore. I glanced at my phone as I walked; it was 3:45.

We arrived at Wanda Plaza around 4:10 PM.

He stood against the wall of the subway car, the tunnel lights outside the window flashing past as they receded.

My right palm is still a little numb; the force I used to slap it was definitely much greater than usual.

Suddenly, Yang Ru's words, "You can use more force," flashed through my mind, along with the image of her panting heavily while lying on the bath towel!

Could the other person have... that kind of tendency?

He shook his head, trying not to think about those things.

Outside Wanda's B entrance, Shen Qianqian was already standing in front of a pillar next to the revolving door.

Today I wore a light blue short knitted cardigan, with only the middle two buttons fastened and the neckline open, revealing a white tank top underneath.

The suspender neckline was very low, and the two full breasts rose high under the white fabric, creating a deep cleavage.

Her collarbone was completely exposed, and she wore a very thin silver necklace around her neck. She wore beige cotton and linen shorts with wide legs that made her legs look thinner, revealing a pair of legs that were so white they seemed to glow.

She wore white Roman sandals with the straps crossed around her ankles. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore the silver kitten earrings she had bought last time.

Lin Feng walked up to her, his gaze lingering on the deep cleavage at her neckline. "Are you dressed like this today?"

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?" Shen Qianqian looked down at herself.

"It looks good. It's just—"

"What is it?" She tilted her head, her doll-like face bearing a knowing smile.

"It's nothing. Let's go."

Shen Qianqian reached out and took his hand, their fingers interlacing. When their palms touched, her hand felt cool.

The two walked into the mall. There were seven or eight people in line at the bubble tea shop, and they were at the end of the line.

Shen Qianqian stood on tiptoe to look at the menu, with Lin Feng standing behind her. While waiting in line, Shen Qianqian leaned against him, her back pressed against his chest.

"What class did you have this afternoon?" she asked, turning her head to the side.

"It's still that tutoring center." Lin Feng looked away, thankfully the other person didn't ask any further questions.

After buying milk tea, the two took the escalator to the third floor, to the women's clothing section. Shen Qianqian pulled him into a store; the store was brightly lit, and rows of summer clothes hung on racks.

I picked out a few items and held them up against myself. A white chiffon blouse with a ruffled neckline. A light yellow sundress that reached my calves. A floral print mini skirt with a bow at the waist.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa outside the fitting room waiting, and a shop assistant handed him a glass of lemonade.

The curtain of the fitting room was drawn back, and Shen Qianqian walked out. The hem of her white chiffon blouse was tucked into her beige shorts, and the ruffles at the neckline swayed gently at her chest.

She turned around. "How about this one?"

"It looks pretty good."

She went back in to change.

A light yellow sundress, the hem billowing as she twirled. A floral mini skirt, a bow tied at the waist.

She would turn around for him each time, revealing a small patch of bright white skin on her upper thigh when her skirt spun.

A guy waiting for his girlfriend nearby couldn't help but glance over, then glance over again. His girlfriend poked her head out of the fitting room, and the guy quickly looked away.

Lin Feng said they both looked good. Shen Qianqian chose a white chiffon blouse and a floral print skirt.

The swimsuit shop was on the third floor, around the corner, with mannequins in the window. Shen Qianqian released Lin Feng's hand. "Wait for me outside."

Lin Feng sat down on a bench outside the swimsuit shop. His phone vibrated several times.

Shen Qianqian sent two photos.

The first picture shows her standing in front of the mirror in the fitting room, wearing a black one-piece swimsuit. The shoulder straps are very thin, and the neckline is V-shaped, which lifts her full breasts and brings them together, creating a deep cleavage. There are two cutouts in the fabric on the sides of the waist, revealing a small section of her waistline. The lower body is high-waisted, and her thighs are completely exposed.

The second picture shows a pink three-piece bikini. The upper body consists of only two triangular pieces of fabric, tied behind the neck with thin straps. Almost half of her full breasts are exposed, slightly spilling out from the edges of the triangular fabric. The lower body is covered by low-rise briefs, clearly showing the outline of her hip bones.

"The black one, please." Lin Feng typed back.

Why?

"That pink one is too revealing. It's practically showing all of her chest."

Shen Qianqian replied with a tongue-out emoji. "Are you jealous?"

No, I don't think so.

"You have it." This was followed by a smug cat emoji.

A few minutes later, Shen Qianqian came out carrying a paper bag. She put her phone in her bag and reached out to take Lin Feng's hand again. "I bought the black one."

"Did you return the pink one?"

"I didn't actually buy it. I just tried it on for you to see your reaction." She turned her head to look at him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Lin Feng looked at her.

"Let's go. Let's go to the men's clothing section." Shen Qianqian took his hand and walked towards the escalator.

"I can buy it myself."

"No." She stopped and turned to face him. His doll-like face hardened, his brows furrowing slightly. "I bought you clothes last time because you saved me. This time it's because I wanted to buy them for you. It has nothing to do with your circumstances. I've never thought you were poor. Don't overthink it."

Lin Feng looked at Shen Qianqian, and after a few seconds, seeing her insistent expression, he said, "You don't need to buy anything too expensive."

Shen Qianqian's eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. "I understand."

The men's clothing section is on the fourth floor.

Shen Qianqian pulled him into an affordable casual brand store. She browsed the shelves carefully, picking out two T-shirts, one light gray and one dark blue. "You look good in light gray," she said. She also picked up a pair of khaki casual pants and a pair of dark gray athletic shorts.

As she passed the swim trunks section, she picked up a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. "I'll need them in Xiamen. Don't say no."

Finally, he picked out a white baseball cap, turned it inside out, put it on his head, looked at it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

When it was time to pay, Shen Qianqian took out her phone to scan the code, and it cost more than four hundred yuan. Lin Feng stood next to her carrying the paper bag.

"Let's go." Shen Qianqian put her phone back in her bag.

"Wait a minute. Let me buy you a pair of sandals! Buy them!" Lin Feng pulled her down to the women's shoe section on the second floor. Shen Qianqian didn't refuse. She stood in front of the shelves for a while, then picked out a pair of white flat sandals with a row of small pearls on the surface.

I sat down on the shoe-fitting stool, untied my Roman sandals, and slipped my fair, delicate feet into the new shoes. My ankles were slender, and the skin on the instep was so white that you could see the light blue veins.

Shen Qianqian was looking down at him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Do they fit?"

"Mmm!"

Lin Feng took out his phone and scanned the QR code to pay. Two hundred yuan. Shen Qianqian put the shoes back into the shoebox and then into a paper bag. Wearing her new sandals, she stood up and reached out to take Lin Feng's hand. "Hehe, thank you! Lin!"

We ate at the same mala tang restaurant as last time for dinner.

Shen Qianqian's nose was sweating from the spiciness, and she drank two bottles of iced soy milk.

After finishing their meal, Lin Feng escorted her to the entrance of her residential complex. The sun had almost set, leaving only a small patch of dark red light on the horizon.

Shen Qianqian tiptoed and kissed the corner of her mouth.

See you next week.