All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 580 - Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven_1

Faint starlight landed on Li Zijun's visage, with droplets clinging to the hair on her forehead, dripping gracefully down to her collarbones.

After being drenched, her clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure seem almost bare, her jade arms gently bending, exuding exquisite grace.

Her slender hands gently gathered the wet strands of hair behind her head. Her soaked dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling a little embarrassed.

The clothing she had not fully removed clung entirely to her tender body, faintly revealing a blush of skin. Her normally loose dresses concealed much, but now the true contour of Mount Lu was unveiled.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with apparent surprise and then curled the corner of her mouth, speaking teasingly,

"It's true what they say about teacher and student; even your lies are cut from the same mold..."

"Forget it, if you want to call me 'sister,' then do so. 'Madam' really does sound a bit too old-fashioned."

"..."

Submerged beneath the water's surface, Ji Nanjue's legs lightly stirred it, creating a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely reached her thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, devoid of any excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't take a bath while wearing them, right?"

On this journey, the dress she wore had accompanied Li Zijun for quite a long time, albeit without any stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, took off the clothes she was wearing and placed them on the shore, quickly sitting down in the pool to hide herself thoroughly.

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

The air was heavy with humidity, especially restless before the rain.

Her delicate hands gently played with the ripples, allowing the pool water to sprinkle down before suddenly saying,

"You've only seen him a few times. Are you so sure of your feelings?"

"At your age, it's normal to have a longing in your heart for someone, but your words and actions don't seem impulsive."

"I'm really curious. Can you share what's in your heart?"

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was rather tricky, 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 stayed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but merely murmuring softly.

Staring into the somewhat murky water, she hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a distant tone,

"Does one really need a reason to like someone?"

"Isn't it sometimes at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches one's heart, that a person unknowingly takes up residence there?"

"Maybe it's just a glance, or a single gesture."

Ji Nanjue was startled for a moment. Li Zijun's voice, though gentle, sounded somewhat forlorn, and for some reason, Ji Nanjue sensed many troubles laced within her tone.

Then, she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her arms, her cheek against hers.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have once scoffed at such a phrase, dismissing it as nonsense. To believe that two people could determine their feelings for one another with just one glance seemed absurd; it could only mean lust for the other's beauty. But now, she gradually came to accept the expression. Her life's path with Su Bei always seemed to intertwine unintentionally. That time they had returned from the brink of death, the bond forged through shared adversity was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, her heart had already been imprinted with his image, but her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That could also be the case," Ji Nanjue said.

Li Zijun chuckled bitterly. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the casual way she had described them; it had taken nearly a century of shared experiences and growing closer for her to be sure of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun said, gently hugging her own arms and blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.

"You should head back then," Ji Nanjue replied. "Your... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart somewhat conflicted.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never be together openly, she still felt averse to any woman who might take even a sliver of his affection from her. What's more, this woman was his disciple... By any standard, emotional or rational, it felt like a serious transgression. An odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, Li Zijun, who called Su Bei her Master... and then there was herself, caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, was it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault," Ji Nanjue muttered.

There was no right or wrong in matters of the heart, but if blame had to be assigned, the root cause was that philandering rogue, Su Dudu. If he hadn't spread his affections so carelessly, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? —And he was the one enjoying himself through it all...

Li Zijun waved a hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue came back to her senses and gently pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose, laughing as she said,

"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now."

"..."

Her hand pointed to the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

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

Watching Li Zijun's departing figure, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.