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

After standing up, I didn't know where to go. I stood by the coffee table for a while, then took a few steps toward the bedroom and stopped again.

"Let me find my clothes. My shirt—Xiulan, where did I put my gray shirt?" Zhang Xiulan put the celery on the cutting board, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa and let out a long breath. He would have to find an opportunity to invite Yang Ru to dinner tomorrow.

I received 10,000 yuan for their travel expenses last time, and now I've helped them find a job. I owe them a huge favor.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Luo Ruoxi's message: "An extra class will be added tomorrow morning. The VIP guest in Yoga Room 2 has made a reservation."

Lin Feng replied with "Received." He put his phone back in his pocket, leaned back on the sofa, and listened to the sounds of people rummaging through drawers in the bedroom.

The next morning, when Lin Feng opened the bedroom door, Lin Jianguo had already changed into the gray shirt and was standing in front of the dressing mirror buttoning it.

Zhang Xiulan combed her hair neatly with a new comb she had bought that morning. Her fingers, hardened by years of physical labor, were clumsy when buttoning her clothes; she had to do it twice to get the top button on.

He was wearing a pair of polished black leather shoes, the wrinkles on the surface of which were covered with shoe polish, but you could still tell they were quite old.

Zhang Xiulan stood to the side, holding a cloth bag containing a kettle and several steamed buns.

"When you get there, look for Lao Zhao. I've already told him, just tell him your name." Lin Feng was tying his shoelaces in the entryway. "I have class this morning, so I can't go with you. You go with my mom. I've sent you the location on your phone."

In the morning at the club, Luo Ruoxi was still sitting behind the reception desk.

Today she wore a burgundy halter dress, the hem of which reached her calves, and the material was a thin knit.

A large expanse of fair skin was exposed below her collarbone, and the two full mounds were brought together by the fabric of the suspenders.

Seeing Lin Feng emerge from the elevator, she put down the appointment form she was flipping through. "Sister Ye has arrived."

Lin Feng walked towards Yoga Room No. 2.

Luo Ruoxi's voice came from behind her—"Little one, you're blushing." After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to flip through the appointment form, the corner of her mouth still having a meaningful smile.

Lin Feng did not turn around.

I went into Yoga Room 2, changed into a white yoga outfit, and straightened my collar in front of the mirror.

The door was pushed open.

Ye Qinghan walked in, his white shirt tucked into his dark blue uniform trousers, his belt buckle silver with a small police badge on it.

The shirt was buttoned up to the second button, but because the chest area was so large, the gap between the buttons was stretched slightly open, revealing the edge of the white underwear inside.

She was carrying a briefcase, her hair was still a neat short cut, and there was a slight smile on her round face.

"Xiaolin, we meet again." She walked to the coffee table and put down her briefcase. "After you trained me last time, my shoulders felt better for several days. But with all the overtime I've been working these past few days, they're starting to feel tight again."

"Aunt Ye, please change your clothes first. The changing room is inside."

Ye Qinghan pushed open the frosted glass door and entered the changing room. Lin Feng stood in the center of the mat, waiting.

The sounds of fabric rustling and zippers being unzipped came from the dressing room. Behind the frosted glass, her figure moved indistinctly.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

She's wearing the same light gray openwork yoga outfit as last time.

The area in front of her chest was woven into a net with thin straps, and her two heavy, full breasts bulged out from the gaps in the net, leaving shallow diamond-shaped marks on her fair skin.

The top was barely covered by a thin strap, but the outline was clearly visible. The lower body was made of tight-fitting capri pants, with a very tight waist, a flat stomach, and a full hip curve below.

Raymond Lam did not have a nosebleed this time.

Her gaze lingered briefly on the thin, openwork straps before shifting away. "Aunt Ye, today's focus is still on postures around the chest. Did you practice the backbend series I taught you last time at home?"

"I've been practicing. I do three sets of camel poses every night before bed." Ye Qinghan stood in the center of the mat facing the mirror. "But lately I've been working a lot of overtime and spending too much time hunched over my desk. I feel my thoracic spine is tight again."

She raised her hands above her head and bent them backward, stretching the thin, openwork straps even wider, making her two full breasts almost burst out from the gaps in the straps.

"Let's start with the cat-cow pose. This will activate the thoracic spine."

Ye Qinghan knelt on the mat, supporting herself with her hands. Her cat-cow pose was smoother than last time, with a greater range of motion in her thoracic spine.

Lin Feng noticed that when she arched her back, her right shoulder blade was still slightly higher than her left.

Stand behind her, place your hands on her shoulders, and press her right shoulder down a little.

"Nothing's happened lately," Ye Qinghan's voice came from between his arms. "I work overtime until eight or nine every day. When I get home, I just lie on the sofa and don't want to move. Qianqian went to her maternal grandfather's house, so I'm home alone."

"Qianqian said her maternal grandfather's health is not very good."

"It's an old problem. My heart isn't good, and I have to stay in a hospital for a while every summer." Ye Qinghan transitioned from cat-cow pose to downward-facing dog pose. As she inverted, the two full breasts of her openwork yoga dress sagged out from the thin straps, bobbing slightly under the influence of gravity.

"She was closest to her maternal grandfather when she was little. In the past two years, his health has been deteriorating, and she secretly cries every time she visits him."

Lin Feng's hands supported her hip bones and lifted them upwards. His fingers were firmly placed on the edge of her hip bones, his palms pressed against the bone, and his fingertips pointing outwards. "Qianqian is much stronger than she looks."

"She's just being stubborn and won't say anything." Ye Qinghan lowered her knees from Downward-Facing Dog and returned to Child's Pose to rest.

She turned her head to rest her head on her arm, "She's been much happier since you got together with her."

Lin Feng's fingers paused briefly at her shoulder blade. "Aunt Ye, Qianqian and I—"

"No need to explain." Ye Qinghan sat up from the baby position. "I've been there. Every time she comes home from school, two out of every three sentences she says are about you. Today she says Lin Feng took her to eat spicy hot pot, tomorrow she says Lin Feng won four claw machines." She stood up in Warrior II pose. "Last time you took her home, at the entrance of the complex—" A slight smile appeared on her lips. "I saw it."