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

The elevator car had mirrors on three sides, so he stood inside and saw his own reflection in all directions. He looked down at the gray hoodie he was wearing.

The elevator dinged as it arrived on the third floor.

The door opened, and directly opposite was the sign for Ruoxi Yoga Studio. Several handwritten silver characters were embedded in the dark wood panel, bathed in a soft, warm light.

A woman in a black uniform stood at the front desk. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with her hair tied up at the back of her head, revealing a clean, round face.

She was tidying up the registration forms on the table when she heard the elevator doors open. She looked up and her gaze fell on Lin Feng, giving him a once-over.

His gaze was natural, not the kind of scrutiny that made people uncomfortable, but more like he was confirming the identity of the person who came in.

Then she gave a professional smile.

"You must be Mr. Lin? I'm Xiaowei."

Lin Feng quickly nodded, forcing a smile: "Hello, Sister Weiwei."

Xiao Wei came out from behind the stage, smiling, and said, "You've got a sweet tongue. Come on, I'll take you to Manager Luo."

The other person led the way, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the wooden floor of the corridor. Lin Feng followed behind her, his eyes unconsciously scanning the surroundings.

The entire three-story building was much larger than he had imagined. The corridor was wide, with floor-to-ceiling windows on one side offering views of the greenery of the clubhouse area outside, and separate rooms on the other side.

As he turned a corner, he saw a semi-open area on his left with several massage beds and neatly arranged bottles of essential oils on a shelf next to them. A faint scent of lavender filled the air.

"This is the aromatherapy spa area. Most customers are here in the evening," Xiaowei said, turning her head to the side as they walked, pointing to the right. "That's the customer rest area, with a small swimming pool inside."

Lin Feng glanced in the direction she was pointing. Through a half-open glass door, he could see the sofas and green plants in the rest area, and further in, he could vaguely see a small patch of water.

Xiao Wei stopped and turned to look at him, her tone becoming a little more serious.

"I have something to tell you. This place only serves female customers." She lowered her voice slightly. "If Manager Luo decides to keep you here, try not to go to the lounge area. They'll arrange a private room for you, and the lessons will be held there."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Sister Weiwei, I've got it." he said.

Seeing his serious expression, Xiaowei smiled and turned to continue walking. At the end of the corridor was a dark wooden door with a sign that read "Manager's Office".

Xiao Wei raised her hand and tapped twice.

A woman's magnetic voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Xiao Wei pushed open the door, stepped aside, and gave Lin Feng a wink, signaling him to go in.

Lin Feng walked into the office, and Xiao Wei gently closed the door behind him.

The office wasn't particularly large, but it was tastefully decorated. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window stood a dark solid wood desk, on which sat a laptop and a crystal ashtray.

The right wall is lined with a bookshelf filled with books and decorative items, and the curtains are off-white Venetian blinds.

Luo Ruoxi sat behind her desk.

She was probably in her early thirties, wearing a dark-colored bodycon skirt with the hem slightly above her knees. Her legs were crossed and placed under the table, revealing a section of her calves covered in flesh-colored stockings.

She wore a beige silk shirt, with the top button undone, revealing a small section of her fair collarbone.

Her slightly wavy long hair fell over her shoulders, with the ends curving in an arc at her chest.

She had a delicate oval face with low cheekbones and a clean-cut jawline. Her lips were painted with a light-colored lipstick, making them look soft and moist.

The first thing that caught Lin Feng's eye was the prominent silhouette of her chest.

The silk shirt is made of very soft material, which stretches out two full curves, and there is a slight gap between the buttons.

When the other person leaned back in the chair, the curve of their chest became more pronounced, and the fabric of their shirt clung to it, revealing the faint outline of the lace pattern of their underwear.

The moment Lin Feng's gaze fell on that spot, his pupils felt as if they had been burned, and his vision suddenly began to shift.

This……

It's even bigger than Mengya's!

My ears instantly burned.

The heat spread from his ears to his cheeks. Lin Feng stood there, unsure of what to do with his hands, looking somewhat at a loss.

Luo Ruoxi put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and looked at Lin Feng.

After Lin Feng came in, she started observing him. When the boy walked in, he glanced at her first, and his ears turned red at a visible speed.

Luo Ruoxi's lips curved slightly.

An interesting, innocent young man.

She had been at this club for several years, and had seen all kinds of guests and interviewed all kinds of male coaches.

After they came in, most of them glanced at her. Some thought they were hiding it well, but she could see every single one of their gazes.

but!

This one is different.

It wasn't an act; she was genuinely shy.

Innate embarrassment cannot be faked.

Luo Ruoxi lightly tapped the table with her pen.

"Your name is Raymond Lam?"

Lin Feng suddenly looked up and met her eyes. Looking at the other person's ambiguous smile, he once again felt lost and unsure where to look.

"Manager Luo...it's...it's me."

Luo Ruoxi picked up a printed document from the table and flipped through it. It was information that Xu Qing had sent her via WeChat yesterday, summarizing Lin Feng's basic information, training certificate number, and work experience in just a few lines.

She put the printout down and looked up at him.

"This is a high-end club. Both members and personal trainers are on a referral basis, so the requirements might be quite strict. Of course, the benefits won't be bad either," she said calmly. "But whether you can stay in the end depends on your own abilities."

At this point, Luo Ruoxi slowly stood up and walked towards Lin Feng, who then finally got a clear look at her figure.

The dark-colored pencil skirt hugged her waist and hips tightly. The fabric had just the right amount of elasticity, so it didn't create any extra wrinkles while clearly outlining every curve.

The waist is extremely narrow, so thin that it looks like you could pinch it with one hand when viewed from the side, while the curves of the hips and buttocks are exceptionally full and voluptuous, and the skirt hem stretches out in a rounded arc.

The hem of her skirt stopped just three fingers above her knee, revealing a section of her straight and shapely thigh, with flesh-colored stockings subtly showing through her fair skin.

The hem of the silk shirt was tucked into the waistband of the skirt, swaying gently with each step.

The two full breasts on her chest swayed slightly. The silk fabric was so soft that it almost clung to her, tightening and loosening with her movements, as if it were about to burst open the buttons at any moment.

Luo Ruoxi walked up to Lin Feng, who lowered his head in embarrassment, not daring to look her in the eye.

This little boy...

That's interesting!