All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 562 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Eight_1

Faint starlight cast a subtle glow upon Li Zijun’s face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down towards her collarbone.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite figure like a half-peeled fruit. Her delicate arms bent gently, her grace on full display.

With her bare hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water made her robes cling, outlining her perfect silhouette as she stole shy glances at Ji Nanjue.

Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, the semi-transparent fabric faintly revealing a hint of her skin. Her usually loose robes concealed much, but now, they inadvertently revealed the true beauty hidden beneath.

Ji Nanjue regarded her with evident surprise before a playful smile touched the corners of her mouth. "True to being teacher and pupil," she said, "even your lies seem to be carved from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you wish to call me ’sister,’ then do so. ’Teacher’s wife’ actually sounds quite old-fashioned."

"..."

Hidden beneath the water’s surface, her slender legs gently stirred the water, scattering a few droplets.

Then, with a gentle push of her arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, without an ounce of superfluous flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can’t bathe while dressed, can you?"

Throughout this journey, Li Zijun had worn this single robe for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Feeling somewhat shy, Li Zijun removed her dress, placed it by the shore, and immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself as much as possible.

Ji Nanjue didn’t laugh at her. Instead, she sat down beside her.

The air was somewhat oppressive; the moments before rain always felt particularly tense.

Her small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it sprinkle down, before she suddenly asked, "You’ve only met him a few times, yet you’re so certain of your feelings?"

"It’s normal for someone your age to have such aspirations, but your words and actions don’t suggest you’re an impulsive person."

"I’m quite curious; can you share your thoughts with me?"

Pausing, as if realizing 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 fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured softly.

Gazing into the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before saying quietly, "Does liking someone necessarily require having thoughts?"

"Isn’t it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, someone unknowingly takes root there?"

"Perhaps it’s just a single glance, or maybe a certain action."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. She noted a hint of sorrow in Li Zijun’s soft voice; though the tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow sensed a deep unrest within her.

Then Ji Nanjue wrapped her arms tightly around Li Zijun, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps I would have once scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nothing more than baseless fancy. The idea that mere eye contact could determine one’s affection would, to me, have suggested only a superficial attraction to beauty. But now, deep inside, I’m beginning to accept the phrase. My life and Su Bei’s had unintentionally merged. After we returned from the brink of death together, the emotional bond forged through shared hardship was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had been etched into my heart; it was just that my long-suppressed feelings had never been acknowledged.

"That could be the case."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. Heavens, she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as I just made them sound? It took nearly a hundred years of us together, of gradually understanding each other, before I finally became certain of my own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..."

She hugged her arms, blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.

"Let’s go back."

Ji Nanjue smiled gently at her, her heart filled with complex emotions. "Shī... Sister is going to stay here alone for a bit," she said.

After all, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be public, I still feel a natural aversion to any woman who might try to take a share of his tenderness from me. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... From any perspective, whether emotional or rational, this feels like a great taboo. A strange thought surfaced in my mind: his disciple, my master... and I’m caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, is that it? It’s all Su Dudu’s fault! There’s no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if someone must be blamed, the root cause is that fickle man, that philanderer! If he hadn’t sown his wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many debts of affection? He’s certainly had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue’s face. Snapping back to reality, Ji Nanjue lightly tapped Li Zijun’s delicate nose and chuckled, "You’ve worn that dress for too long. If you don’t mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

She gestured towards the white gauze dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

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

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun’s retreating figure, sighing softly.