All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 608 - 351_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage, the strands of hair on her forehead adorned with droplets that trickled down to her collarbones. The wet fabric clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely curved figure as if she were half-naked; her slender arms bent gracefully, displaying her charming posture. Her delicate hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water, having drenched her dress, outlined her perfect silhouette, causing her to look somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue. The garments she hadn't fully removed now clung completely to her soft body, slightly translucent, revealing a hint of flesh. The usually loose dress hid her shape, but now her true figure was clearly visible.

Ji Nanjue seemed to watch her with evident surprise, then curled her lips with a playful tone, "Truly like teacher, like disciple, even lying in the same manner..."

"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, do so. 'Teacher's Wife' does sound a bit too old-fashioned."

"..."

Beneath the water surface, her jade legs gently stirred, creating ripples and sending up a few splashes. Then, with a gentle push of her arms, she stood up, completely unclothed, the water barely covering her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, smooth and devoid of an ounce of excess flesh.

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

Throughout the journey, Li Zijun had worn this one dress for who knows how long, though it remained without a speck of dirt.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress and placed it on the bank, then immediately sat down in the water, hiding herself completely.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her but sat down by her side.

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

Her small hands lightly splashed the water, letting it fall like raindrops, then she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to have an ideal in their heart, but your words and actions don't seem like those of an impulsive person."

"I'm very curious, could you share your thoughts with me?"

Ji Nanjue paused for a moment, realizing her question was indeed a bit tricky. She then added with a smile, "Of course, it's fine if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she just whispered softly. Gazing at the somewhat murky water, she pondered for a moment before saying softly, "Does liking someone always need a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply moves the heart, you find someone has unknowingly taken a place within it?"

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

Ji Nanjue froze for a second. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat sad; although she spoke in a very gentle tone, somehow, Ji Nanjue could hear much restlessness in Li Zijun's tone. Then Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, her cheek against Li Zijun's.

"Love at first sight?" Ji Nanjue murmured.

Perhaps before, I might have scoffed at this phrase, considering it nonsensical. As if love could be decided with just one glance—if so, it was probably nothing more than lust for the other's appearance. But now, I was gradually beginning to accept the phrase. My own life's trajectory with Su Bei had merged unintentionally. Our emotional bond, forged through shared hardships after returning from death's door, was naturally very deep. Maybe even before that night, his shadow had been imprinted in my heart; it was just that my long-closed heart had never acknowledged it, keeping it sealed within.

"That's also a possibility."

Li Zijun gave a bitter smile; it seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. My feelings toward Su Bei, how could they be described so superficially? It took almost a century of interaction to affirm them.

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

She hugged her arms gently to herself and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"Can we go back?"

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart somewhat conflicted. "You go on ahead. I... Sister will stay here alone for a bit longer."

After all, I am a woman. Although I know Su Bei and I can never make our relationship public, I still feel a sense of repulsion towards any woman who wants to take even a fraction of his affection from me. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... This feels profoundly inappropriate, both emotionally and ethically. A peculiar thought surfaced in my mind: his disciple, *my* master... with me stuck in the middle? What a complicated relationship... It's like three generations under one roof, isn't it? It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of affection. If there's anyone to blame, the root cause is that womanizing scoundrel—if he hadn't been so promiscuous and flirtatious, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? —He's certainly enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. When Ji Nanjue came back to her senses, she playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and laughed, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this dress of mine for now."

"..."

She then pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

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

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