All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 604 - 349_1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the bangs on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, her exquisite and well-proportioned figure tantalizingly revealed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, her captivating grace fully revealed.

Her delicate hands gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She glanced at Ji Nanjue, feeling a little embarrassed.

The dress, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the tone of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but only now could one truly see its "Mount Lu's true face."

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise. Then, she curled the corners of her lips and said teasingly, "No wonder you're master and Disciple; even your lies are cut from the same mold."

"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Teacher's wife' actually sounds rather old-fashioned."

Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, splashing up a few droplets.

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

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

This dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, yet it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her dress and placed it on the bank. She then quickly sat down in the pool, ensuring she was well-covered.

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

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

Her small hands lightly scooped up some water, letting it cascade down. She suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a handful of times, yet you're so sure of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but your words and actions don't suggest you're an impulsive person."

"I'm curious. Can you share what's on your mind?"

She paused, perhaps realizing her question was a bit pointed, then Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say."

As Ji Nanjue spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips. She didn't look at Ji Nanjue but murmured softly.

Staring at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment before saying softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"

"Isn't it that at some point, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you find yourself unknowingly carrying someone within it?"

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

Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat dejected. Though her tone was gentle, an undercurrent of much vexation could be heard.

Then, Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun into a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at the term, dismissing it as utter nonsense. To her, two people confirming their feelings after just one look could only mean one thing: they were merely coveting each other's beauty.

Now, however, she found herself gradually accepting the idea.

Her own life path and Su Bei's always seemed to converge inadvertently. That time they had returned from the gates of hell, the bond forged between them after sharing such hardship was naturally exceptionally deep.

Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart, though her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's also true."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood.

How could her feelings for Su Bei be as understated as she had just described? They were the result of nearly a century of getting to know each other, a long period of adjustment before she had finally confirmed her heart's true feelings. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold..."

She hugged her arms and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back," Li Zijun suggested.

"You go on ahead," Ji Nanjue replied. "Teacher's... Sister will stay alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart a tangle of emotions.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei could never openly be together, she still felt an instinctive aversion to any woman who might try to take away even a sliver of his affection for her.

Moreover, this woman was his Disciple... By any measure of emotion or reason, it felt outrageously improper.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's Disciple, her own Shifu... with herself caught in the middle?

What a tangled web of relationships... Three generations under one roof, indeed!

It's all Su Dudu's fault!

In matters of love, there's no inherent right or wrong. If blame had to be assigned, the ultimate cause was that philandering playboy. If he hadn't gone around flirting and womanizing, how could he have possibly racked up so many emotional debts out of thin air?

He's certainly having a grand time of it...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to reality, teasingly pinched Li Zijun's dainty 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."

She then pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked her eyes and then sweetly smiled at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft RUSTLE of fabric, Li Zijun put on the dress and started walking towards the Daoist Temple.

As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure, she sighed softly.