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

Early the next morning.

The tour guide, holding a small flag, lined up the group at the hotel entrance. His Mandarin, tinged with a Minnan accent, came through the loudspeaker: "This morning we're going to the beach. Beach volleyball, jet skiing, snorkeling—choose whatever you want. Those who can't swim, don't go into the deep water; the lifeguards are watching from the observation tower!"

By the time the bus reached the beach, the sun had already made the sand scorching hot.

The sea was azure blue, with waves rolling in one after another, leaving trails of white foam on the beach.

Several rows of parasols had already been set up on the beach, and the tour guide led everyone to collect beach mats and volleyballs.

The boys took off their shirts and ran towards the volleyball net, while the girls lay in twos and threes on the beach mats applying sunscreen.

When Shen Qianqian came out of the locker room, Lin Feng was squatting on the beach helping Song Yang tie the ropes of the volleyball net.

The other person was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit. The thin straps accentuated the slender and smooth lines of her shoulders and neck, and the cutouts on the sides of her waist revealed a section of her waistline, making her waist appear even more slender.

Her exposed legs were long and slender, her fair skin gleaming delicately in the sunlight. She had her hair tied high in a ponytail, and sunglasses perched on her doll-like face, making her look sweet, charming, and eye-catching.

As she walked across the beach, a few girls who were applying sunscreen looked up at her, then lowered their heads and whispered something to each other.

"Aren't you going into the water?" Shen Qianqian walked up to him and pushed her sunglasses up to her head.

"Wait a minute, there are too many people right now, you go and have some fun first."

Shen Qianqian pouted and turned to walk towards the jet ski. Her pearl sandals left a trail of shallow footprints on the sand, and her black swimsuit accentuated her sleek silhouette, making her stand out in the sunlight.

Lin Feng walked slowly along the coastline.

The sea breeze carried a salty, damp smell, and the cool spray from the waves washed over my ankles. The beach was teeming with tourists; children were building sandcastles on the sand, and couples were taking photos on the rocks.

After walking for about ten minutes, we turned around a large reef, and there were far fewer people there.

Then he heard a short scream.

Zhou Mei stood in the seawater, which was more than ten meters from the shore and only reached her chest.

But she frantically thrashed her hands across the water, her body bobbing up and down in the waves, her feet never reaching the bottom each time she was pushed up by a wave.

He choked on some water, and his cough was mostly drowned out by the waves.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng tossed his T-shirt onto the beach and rushed into the sea. The water rose from his knees to his waist, then from his waist to his chest. He plunged into the waves and swam a few times to reach her.

Zhou Mei's hands flailed across the water's surface, her nails scratching his shoulder and leaving several white marks. He braced her arms from behind and lifted her head above the water.

"Teacher Zhou! Your feet can touch the ground! Stand up!"

Zhou Mei's feet touched the sand. The water was only up to her chest. She stopped.

She was still gripping Lin Feng's arm tightly with both hands, her nails digging into his skin. She was panting heavily, her soaked hair plastered to her face, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes, whether from seawater or tears, it was hard to tell.

The light blue sun-protective shirt was soaked through and clung to her body, outlining her soft figure. Her chest rose and fell slightly with her rapid breathing, and she looked vulnerable and shaken.

"I was swept away by a wave and my foot slipped." Her voice was still trembling.

Lin Feng didn't let go of her, but supported her arm and slowly walked towards the shore. The water receded from their chests to their waists, and from their waists to their knees. When the two of them emerged from the seawater, Zhou Mei's legs were still weak.

She sat down on the beach, rested her hands on her knees, and panted for a while with her head down.

"Don't tell anyone else." She tucked her wet hair behind her ears and looked up at him. Some of her makeup had been washed away by the seawater, and her mascara had smudged a little, making her look several years younger than usual.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Mei looked at him, her lips moved slightly, and then the corners of her mouth curved into a small smile.

At noon, Zhou Mei ate at a seafood stall next to the beach. She changed into dry clothes and sat in a seat towards the back, barely eating anything.

Song Yang came over and asked Teacher Zhou what was wrong. Lin Feng said he had been hit by a wave, but it was nothing serious.

The afternoon's itinerary includes the Bell and Drum Cableway.

As the cable car slowly ascends from the foot of the mountain to the summit, one can enjoy panoramic views of Xiamen city and the distant seascape, with the Twin Towers reflecting a silvery light in the sunlight.

Each cable car seats two people, and Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian got into the same one.

As soon as the cable car left the platform, Shen Qianqian suddenly leaned over and gently placed her lips on his.

The kiss carried a carefully accumulated joy. From yesterday to today, although the two had been together, they were surrounded by classmates, and even holding hands had to be done secretly when there were fewer people around.

At this moment, only the two of them remained in the enclosed cable car, and the magnificent mountain and sea scenery outside the window became the best cover.

Shen Qianqian gently placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingertips sliding down his neck and into his hair. She wore a light blue tank top and white shorts, and as she leaned forward slightly through the thin fabric, her warm breath brushed against his neck, and the soft contours of her body pressed clearly against him.

Lin Feng raised his hand and put it around her waist. Through the soft cotton fabric, he could clearly feel the slenderness and warmth of her waist. His fingertips gently landed on her side, about an inch above her waist. Shen Qianqian's breath hitched slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she snuggled closer to him.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen?" Lin Feng's voice was very low, his breath brushing against her ear.

"There's glass on the cable car, no one can see you." Shen Qianqian's lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, her voice soft and sweet.

The cable car slowly ascended to the mountaintop, swaying leisurely above the city. The scenery outside the window was beautiful, but neither of them was really interested in the view; they were simply savoring this moment of intimacy.

After getting off the cable car, the tour guide led the group to the botanical garden. Shen Qianqian held Lin Feng's arm the whole way, and was noticeably bolder than before.

Song Yang and the fat man walked behind. Song Yang nudged the fat man with his elbow, and the two exchanged a knowing look.

The incident occurred on the way out of the botanical garden. The street was lined with arcade buildings and was crowded with tourists.

Zhou Mei walked at the back of the group, holding a list and checking the route to the next destination. Lin Feng walked in the middle of the group and glanced back unintentionally.

Two men wearing baseball caps followed Zhou Mei about two or three meters behind. One of them was holding a phone at a low angle with the camera pointing upwards, clearly indicating ill intentions.

Lin Feng stopped and turned to walk back.

She walked up to the man, grabbed his wrist, and snatched his phone. The screen displayed a maliciously taken photo, angled precisely at Zhou Mei's legs.

Lin Feng gripped his phone tightly, grabbed the man by the collar, and dragged him to a roadside security booth. His companion tried to run, but was stopped by auxiliary police officers patrolling the area.

Zhou Mei stood by the roadside, the list in her hand rolled up into a tube and clenched tightly. Her lips were slightly pursed.

Watching Lin Feng standing in the security booth talking to the police, his voice wasn't loud, but he pronounced every word clearly.

Twenty minutes later, the two men were taken into a police car by the police.

"You just now—" On the bus back to the hotel, Zhou Mei sat behind Lin Feng, her voice very low.

"I've seen those two before. They were staring at girls passing by right at the entrance of the botanical garden." Lin Feng turned his head to the side.

……

Four days passed quickly.

During the day, we followed a tour guide to visit the attractions, and at night we returned to the hotel for roll call. The sea breeze in Xiamen is salty, the peanut sauce in the satay noodles is much thicker than in Hehai City, and there are more cats than tourists on Gulangyu Island.

On the last night, after roll call at 9 pm, Raymond Lam went back to his room, took a shower, and stayed there until 1 am.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and Lin Feng opened it. Zhou Mei stepped in quickly, closing the door behind her. The next second, she wrapped her arms around his waist and threw herself into his embrace.

She tilted her head back and kissed me, her lips trembling slightly with coolness.

This wasn't the restrained, subtle touch of the last time; it was a soft kiss, born from the culmination of suppressed desires, finally breaking free from all the shackles of identity and inhibitions, a desperate, all-or-nothing act.

She slipped her hand under the hem of his T-shirt, her palm gently resting on his warm chest. Lin Feng raised his hand to support her waist, his fingertips lifting the hem of her light blue dress, touching the delicate, warm skin on her side.

"I'm going back tomorrow." Her lips moved away from his, then whispered in his ear, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to worry about anything else."

Lin Feng bent down, picked her up horizontally, and gently placed her on the bed.

She sank into the soft mattress, the neckline of her light blue dress slipping slightly off her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair neck and shoulder skin.

The skirt was lifted to her waist, accentuating her slender figure and the soft, flowing lines of her legs. She reached up to unhook the bra behind her neck, the straps sliding down her shoulders, the soft curves of her body shimmering softly under the light.

She gently bent her leg, her knee brushing against his waist, her fingers gripping the fabric of his back tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

She bit her lower lip, refusing to let out a sound, but the suppressed, soft breaths still dissipated into the air with her breaths, carrying a slight tremor of softness.

On my last night in this unfamiliar city, through the thin walls of my hotel room, I finally let go of all the restraint and repression I had felt in Hohai City, and poured all the emotions I had been holding back into the gentle yet warm night.