All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 590 - 342_1

Faint stars sprinkled a dim light upon Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the strands of hair above her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.

Once wet, her clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves, making her appear as tantalizing as a half-peeled fruit. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful form completely revealed.

Her hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure as she looked somewhat sheepishly at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered completely to her body, slightly translucent and revealing the flesh beneath. Usually, her robe was loose-fitting, so not much was noticeable, but now the clinging fabric truly revealed the hidden contours of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips as she said, "No wonder you're master and disciple; you even lie in the same manner..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then go ahead. 'Mistress' sounds oddly old-fashioned."

"..."

Beneath the water, Li Zijun's jade-like legs gently stirred the surface, creating ripples and splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her arms, Ji Nanjue stood up, bare without a stitch, the water barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her slender waist was revealed—lean and flat, without an ounce of excess fat.

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

This entire journey, the single robe Li Zijun wore had accompanied her for who knows how long, though it lacked any stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her robe and placed it on the shore, then immediately sat down in the pool water, hiding herself thoroughly.

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

The air was somewhat stifling; the period before rain always felt particularly oppressive.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently lifted water, letting it sprinkle down. Suddenly, she spoke, "You've only seen him a few times, and you're so certain about your feelings?"

"It's normal to have a crush at your age, but your words and actions don't seem like those of someone impulsive."

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

After a brief pause, sensing her question was rather pointed, Ji Nanjue then added with a smile, "Of course, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it..."

As she spoke, her eyes watched Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. She didn't look at Ji Nanjue, only murmuring softly.

Gazing into the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment and whispered faintly, "Do you need to have a reason to like someone?"

"Isn't it just that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply stirs the heart, you find someone unconsciously etched into it?"

"Maybe it's just one glance, just one gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice sounded a bit sorrowful; it was a gentle tone, but for some reason, it was laden with distress.

Then, Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, cheek to cheek. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps previously, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at the notion, dismissing it as absurd. The idea that two people could lock eyes and be sure of their feelings was, in her mind, simply about lusting after each other's appearance.

However, now her heart had gradually come to accept the phrase. Her life with Su Bei had intertwined in unexpected ways, and after that time they had returned from the brink of death, the bond forged from surviving such adversity together was incredibly profound.

Maybe even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed emotions had never allowed her to admit it.

"That could be it," Li Zijun said with a bitter smile, thinking, It seems she misunderstood.

Her feelings for Su Bei weren't as simple as her words suggested; it had taken nearly a century of their lives intertwining for her to be certain of her heart.

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

"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said gently. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Mas— Sister," Li Zijun began, then corrected herself, "you can stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue gave her a gentle smile; her heart felt complicated.

In the end, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never publicly acknowledge their relationship, she still felt resistant towards any woman who wanted a share of his tenderness.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... It felt wrong on so many levels, both emotionally and morally.

A somewhat bizarre idea popped into Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her master... and herself caught in the middle?

What a complex relationship... like three generations living under one roof!

"It's all Su Dudu's fault."

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame had to be assigned, it all stemmed from that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't flirted around, leaving a trail of affection everywhere, how could he have accrued so many emotional debts?

—He certainly got off easy...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times, snapping her out of her daze. Ji Nanjue chuckled, playfully tapped Li Zijun's small nose, and said, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, please wear this one of mine for the time being."

"..."

She pointed toward the white gauze robe on the shore.

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

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

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