All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 614 - 354_1

The faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead, damp with water droplets, trickled down to the hollow between her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure seem partially revealed. Her jade arms were lightly bent, her exquisite poise on full display.

Her fair hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her garments, outlining her perfect silhouette. She glanced at Ji Nanjue with a hint of bashfulness.

The clothes, not yet completely removed, clung to her body, turning slightly translucent and revealing hints of her skin. Her usually loose-fitting garments concealed much, but now they revealed the true shape of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with visible surprise, then curled the corner of her mouth and said playfully, "Indeed, like master, like disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth."

She continued, "Forget it. You can call me Sister if you want. 'Teacher's Wife' really does sound old-fashioned."

Li Zijun remained silent. Beneath the surface, her jade legs gently stirred the water, creating ripples and splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up naked. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her toned waist—slender, flat, and without a trace of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't bathe with them on, can you?"

These garments had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long on their journey, though they bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her garments, placed them on the bank, and then quickly sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

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

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it sprinkle down. Suddenly, she asked, "You've only seen him a few times. How can you be so sure of your feelings?"

"It's normal at your age to admire someone, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm curious. Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

She paused, feeling her question was perhaps a bit too probing. Ji Nanjue quickly added with a laugh, "Of course, it's fine if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Staring at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require conscious thought?"

"Isn't it often that at a specific moment, something happens that deeply touches your heart, and before you know it, that person has found a place within you?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, though gentle, she could somehow sense a deep sadness and turmoil within it.

Then, she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her arms, her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps, in the past, Ji Nanjue would have scorned such a notion, dismissing it as absurd—two people deciding their feelings after a single glance? There could only be one explanation: lust for the other's beauty.

However, she was now gradually coming to accept the term.

Her life path and Su Bei's always seemed to intertwine unintentionally. That time they had returned from the brink of death, the bond forged between them through shared hardship was naturally profound.

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

"That's true, I suppose," Li Zijun said with a bitter smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the simple 'love at first sight' she had just described. It had taken nearly a hundred years of shared experiences and growing understanding for her to become certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun wrapped her arms around herself and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back then," Ji Nanjue said. "Teacher... I mean, Sister, will stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue gave her a gentle smile, her heart somewhat conflicted.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never be together publicly, she still felt resistant towards any woman who might try to take a share of his affection.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... By any moral or emotional standard, the situation was highly improper.

A strange thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei was Li Zijun's master, and Su Bei was also *her* master... and she herself was caught in the middle?

What a tangled web of relationships... like three generations living under one roof, wasn't it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if someone had to be blamed, the root cause was that fickle philanderer. If he hadn't been dallying and sowing wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts?

He certainly had it easy...

Li Zijun waved her hand a few times in front of Ji Nanjue's face. When Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, she playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and smiled. "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now."

She then gestured towards the white gauze dress on the bank.

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

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

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