All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 554 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Four_1

Flecks of dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets adorned the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.

The water plastered her clothes to her body, her exquisite, well-proportioned body seeming almost bare. Her jade-like arms were gently curved, her exquisite form fully revealed.

Her fair hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water-logged fabric of her ruqun clung to her, outlining her perfect figure as she looked somewhat shyly at Ji Nanjue.

Her clothing, not yet fully removed, clung to her body, slightly translucent, revealing the color of her skin. Normally, her rather loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now its true appearance was revealed, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident astonishment. A playful smile touched the corner of her lips as she said, "True to master and disciple, even in lying you are cast in the same mold..." She paused for a moment before adding, "Fine, if you wish to call me sister, then do so. 'Master's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."

Li Zijun didn't reply immediately. Her legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, creating faint ripples and splashes.

Then, with a gentle push from her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water reached just past the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender, flat waist, without a hint of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't very well bathe with them on, can you?"

This ruqun had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, yet it remained unstained.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her dress and placed it on the bank. She then quickly sat down in the pool, submerging herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her but instead sat down beside her.

The air felt heavy; the time just before a rainstorm always carried a particular restlessness.

Her small hands gently scooped up some water, letting it cascade down, before she suddenly asked, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal to admire someone at your age, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm very curious. Can you share your thoughts with me?"

After a pause, 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 gaze remained on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun slightly pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, murmuring softly.

Gazing into the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts or reasons?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches the innermost recesses of one's heart, that heart unknowingly comes to carry the weight of a certain person?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a gesture."

Ji Nanjue was momentarily stunned. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat sorrowful; though her tone was very gentle, Ji Nanjue could somehow discern a great deal of frustration within it.

She then pulled Li Zijun close, holding her tightly in her arms, her cheek pressed against Li Zijun's. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this term before, believing it to be mere nonsense. How could two people determine their feelings for each other with just one look? The only possibility was that they were coveting each other's beauty.

However, her heart was now gradually coming to accept this phrase.

Her own life trajectory and Su Bei's had always inadvertently intertwined. That time they returned from death's door, the emotions born from having shared such a trial were naturally exceedingly profound.

Perhaps even before that night, that person's shadow had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's one way to put it," Li Zijun said with a wry smile, realizing she had been misunderstood.

Her feelings for Su Bei, how could they be as lightly described as this? That was the culmination of nearly a hundred years of shared experiences, only then did she confirm her own heart's desires.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting cold..." Li Zijun wrapped her arms around herself, blinking at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Sister... I'll stay alone for a bit," Ji Nanjue replied, smiling warmly at her, though her heart was a maelstrom of complex emotions.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei could never have a day where their relationship was public, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who wanted to take a share of his tenderness from her side.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... From both an emotional and rational standpoint, it was rather outrageous.

A rather peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own Master... with herself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... three generations under one roof, was that it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of affection. If blame must be assigned, the root cause of it all lies with that philandering turnip. If he hadn't gone around leaving his heart everywhere and chasing every skirt, how could he have possibly incurred so many emotional debts?

He certainly enjoyed himself...

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

She gestured towards the white gauze dress on the bank.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, she slipped on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

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