All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 542 - Three Hundred and Eighteen_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's countenance. Strands of hair on her forehead, dotted with water droplets, slid down to her collarbone. After becoming wet, they clung to her body, making her shapely figure seem half-exposed, her jade arms gently curved, revealing all her exquisite grace.

With slender hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water-soaked dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat sheepishly at Ji Nanjue.

The garments that had not been completely removed now clung tightly to her tender body, revealing a hint of flesh through their semi-transparency. The usually loose-fitting dress had hidden much, but now the true shape of Mount Lu was revealed.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then curled her lips and spoke playfully, "True to being master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Mistress' sounds rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water's surface, gently stirred, splashing a few droplets. Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up, completely nude. The water level barely reached the tops of her thighs, exposing the lower half of her slender, flat waist, which was without a trace of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe in them, can you?"

This dress had accompanied Li Zijun on their journey for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly slipped the dress off her body and placed it on the shore before immediately settling into the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air was somewhat heavy; the period before rain always felt particularly restless.

Her small hand gently splashed the water, letting the droplets fall. Then she suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times, and you're already so certain of your feelings? At your age, it's normal to yearn for someone. But from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person. I'm quite curious—could you share what's on your mind?"

After a pause, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..." As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pressed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly. Gazing at the somewhat dim water, she pondered for a moment and said faintly, "Does liking someone really need a reason? Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches one's soul, the heart, without realizing it, comes to hold a place for someone? Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with sadness; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow sensed a great deal of vexation within it.

Then, she wrapped Li Zijun tightly in an embrace, pressing against her cheek. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase before, considering it nothing more than silly talk. If two people decided on their feelings after only one look, there was only one possibility—it was out of covetousness for the other's beauty. However, she now found herself gradually accepting the phrase. The trajectories of my life and Su Bei's always seemed to align unintentionally. That time we returned from the brink of death, the bond forged between us through shared hardship was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on my heart—it was just that my long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"Fair enough."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seems she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as what I just described? It took nearly a hundred years of us navigating life together for me to become certain of my heart.

Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly and blinked at Ji Nanjue. "Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting a little cold..."

"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said. "I... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. Her heart was a complex tangle. Ultimately, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be public, I still feel a sense of repulsion towards any woman who wants to take a share of his tenderness from me. What's more, this woman is his disciple... From any perspective, emotional or logical, it feels completely improper. A rather peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple (Li Zijun), Li Zijun's own Master (Su Bei)... and then there was me, caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, is it? It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of love. But if someone has to be blamed, the root cause is that philandering heartbreaker. If he hadn't been going around leaving a trail of affection and stirring up trouble, how could he have accumulated so much emotional debt out of thin air? He's certainly having a fine time of it...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

Her hand then pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

With a gentle RUSTLE, she put on the dress and headed toward the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and sighed softly.