All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 469 - 281: Not Seeking Every Morning and Evening, Just Cherishing That It Was Once Possessed._1
Faint starlight dappled Li Zijun’s features, water droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Her soaked clothes clung to her, outlining her delicate, well-proportioned figure. Her jade-like arms were gracefully bent, her charm on full display.
She gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water streamed down, moistening her thin robe and outlining her perfect figure as she looked shyly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes that had not been fully removed clung tightly to her body, faintly translucent, revealing her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now its true "Mount Lu" was revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,
"As expected of a master and disciple, even their lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. Calling me ’Mistress’ sounds so old-fashioned."
"..."
Beneath the water, her jade-like legs gently stirred the surface, splashing a few droplets.
Then, bracing herself lightly with her arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water reached only to the top of her thighs, revealing a slim, delicate waist without a hint of excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes. You can’t bathe with them on, can you?"
This robe had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun, somewhat shy, removed her robe and placed it on the bank, then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself securely.
Ji Nanjue didn’t laugh at her; instead, she sat down beside her.
The air was heavy; the time before rain always felt particularly restless.
Her small hands gently scooped up water, letting it trickle down, then she suddenly said,
"You’ve only met him a few times, yet you’re so sure of your feelings?"
"It’s normal for someone your age to admire someone, but from your words and actions, you don’t seem like an impulsive person."
"I’m curious, can you share what’s on your mind?"
Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,
"Of course, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it..."
As she spoke, her eyes lingered on Li Zijun.
"Thoughts?"
Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, just murmuring softly.
Gazing into the somewhat murky waters of the pool, she pondered for a moment, then spoke softly,
"Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts or reasons?"
"Isn’t it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply stirs the heart, someone unknowingly takes root there?"
"Perhaps it’s just a glance, merely a gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun’s voice, which sounded somewhat forlorn—it was a gentle tone, yet somehow, she detected a great deal of suppressed emotion in it.
Then she wrapped her arms tightly around Li Zijun, pressing her cheek against hers.
"Love at first sight?"
Perhaps in the past, I would have scoffed at the term ’love at first sight.’ A nonsensical notion! Believing one could determine their feelings after a single glance? That could only be lust for beauty.
But now, my heart is gradually accepting this phrase.
My life path and Su Bei’s always seemed to merge unintentionally. After we returned from the brink of death, the bond forged through shared hardship was naturally profound.
Perhaps even before that night, his shadow was already imprinted on my heart, though my long-sealed heart had never admitted it.
"That’s true enough," Ji Nanjue murmured.
Li Zijun smiled bitterly. It seems she misunderstood me, she thought.
My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as I described? It took nearly a century of us growing closer, of harmonizing, before I was certain of my heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." She hugged her arms lightly and blinked at Ji Nanjue. "Let’s go back."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her own feelings a complex tangle. "You head back. Shiniang... no, *Sister* will stay here alone for a bit."
After all, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never publicly declare our relationship, I still feel a natural aversion to any woman who might try to claim a share of his affection.
What’s more, this woman is his disciple... This is simply outrageous, against all propriety!
A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue’s mind: His disciple... *my* Master... and me caught in the middle?
What a tangled web of relationships... A three-generation household, indeed!
It’s all Su Dudu’s fault!
There’s no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be laid, the root cause is that philandering scoundrel! If he hadn’t been such a womanizer, leaving a trail of broken hearts, how could he have accumulated so many emotional debts?
He’s certainly had his fun...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue’s face a few times. Ji Nanjue came back to her senses, lightly tapped Li Zijun’s delicate nose, and said with a smile,
"You’ve worn that dress for too long. If you don’t mind, wear mine for now."
"..."
Her hand then pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.
Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a rustle of fabric, she put on the dress and started walking toward the Daoist Temple.
As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun’s retreating figure, she let out a soft sigh.
