All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 624 - 359_1
Faint starlight touched upon Li Zijun's face, water droplets on her bangs trickling down between her collarbones.
After being drenched, her clothes clung to her body, showcasing her exquisitely shaped, delicate frame as if she were partially revealed. Her arms bent gracefully, her charms fully on display.
Her smooth hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked her dress, outlining her perfect figure, as she looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
The clothing, not completely removed, stuck entirely to her delicate body. It was faintly translucent, revealing hints of her skin. Her ordinarily loose-fitting dress usually obscured much, but now her true form was revealed, like Mount Lu showing its true face.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched the corner of her lips as she said,
"As expected of master and disciple; even your lying is cut from the same cloth..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Master's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
"..."
Her leg, submerged beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, sending up a few splashes.
Then, with a light push from her arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water barely covered her thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, which was devoid of any excess fat.
"Take off your clothes. You can't possibly bathe with them on, can you?"
The dress Li Zijun was wearing had been with her for who knew how long on their journey, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun, somewhat shy, took off her dress and placed it on the shore. She then immediately sat down in the pool, submerging herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.
The air was a bit stifling; the time before rain always felt exceptionally tense.
Her small hand gently stirred the water, letting the droplets splash around her, and suddenly she said,
"You've only seen him a few times, yet you're so sure about your feelings?"
"It's normal for someone of your age to idealize someone, but from your words and actions, you don't seem impulsive."
"I'm very curious. Can you share what's on your mind?"
After pausing, feeling that her question was indeed a tricky one, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,
"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."
As Ji Nanjue spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?"
Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips and murmured softly without looking at Ji Nanjue.
Gazing at the somewhat murky water, she pondered before speaking in a quiet voice,
"Does liking someone necessarily need a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain moment, due to something that deeply moves you, someone imperceptibly makes their way into your heart?"
"Maybe it's just a glance, just a gesture."
Ji Nanjue stiffened for a moment. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which was tinged with sadness—despite its gentle tone—she somehow detected a hint of turmoil in her cadence.
She then hugged Li Zijun tightly, cheek to cheek, and asked,
"Love at first sight?"
Perhaps Ji Nanjue would once have scoffed at the phrase—a baseless notion, really, that two people could determine their feelings for one another with a single glance. She would have suspected nothing but lust for beauty. But now, she found herself gradually acknowledging the term. Her and Su Bei's life trajectories always seemed to align inadvertently, and the bond formed after they had survived dire straits together was certainly profound. Perhaps even before that night, the shadow of that person had already been imprinted in her heart; it was just something her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged.
"That's also true."
Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seems I've been misunderstood, she thought. Her feelings for Su Bei were far from being as casually portrayed as she had just described. It had taken nearly a century of tempering before she had affirmed her feelings.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a bit cold..."
She hugged her arms and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.
"Then you should head back," Ji Nanjue said.
"Disc... *Ahem*, I'll stay alone for a bit longer."
Ji Nanjue gave her a gentle smile. Her heart was filled with complicated emotions. In the end, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei would never have a day where their relationship was public, she still felt a sense of repulsion towards any woman who wanted a share of her man's tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... Morally and rationally, it felt quite outrageous. An odd idea surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, that disciple's own master, and herself stuck in the middle? What a tangled relationship... Three generations under one roof, was it? "It's all Su Dudu's fault!" There's no right or wrong in feelings. But if blame had to be assigned, it all stemmed from that fickle heartbreaker, Su Bei. If he hadn't been so emotionally promiscuous, flitting from flower to flower, how could he have accrued so many debts of affection? —He was certainly enjoying himself...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose with a smile, and said,
"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now."
"..."
Her hand pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, then flashed Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a soft RUSTLE of fabric, she donned the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure, sighing softly.
