All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 626 - 360_1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones. Her wet clothes clung to her, outlining her exquisite figure like a half-revealed fruit. Her jade-like arms bent slightly, every beautiful contour exposed.

Her slender hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water, having drenched her dress, traced the lines of her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling a little embarrassed.

The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, slightly translucent and revealing a hint of her skin tone. Usually, her loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now, it was as if Mount Lu's true face was revealed.

Ji Nanjue appeared somewhat astonished as she looked at her, then a playful smile touched her lips. "True to being mentor and disciple," she said, "even the way you lie is cut from the same cloth..."

She then added, "Oh, never mind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Master's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Li Zijun's jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, sending up a few splashes.

Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up, utterly bare. The water reached just past the top of her thighs, revealing a slender, flat midriff without a hint of excess flesh.

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

That one dress had been with Li Zijun for a long time on this journey, though it bore no stains.

Feeling a bit shy, Li Zijun removed her dress, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

The air felt heavy. The period before rain always brought a particular sense of unease.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently scooped up water, letting it spill, when she suddenly asked, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you so sure about your feelings?"

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

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

Ji Nanjue paused, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, and added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."

As she spoke, her gaze remained on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured softly.

Gazing into the somewhat murky water, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Does liking someone truly require a reason?"

"Isn't it that at some point, because of something that deeply touches the heart, a person unknowingly becomes enshrined within it?"

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

Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Li Zijun's voice, though gentle, carried a somber tone, and for some reason, an air of melancholy.

She then pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against the girl's. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps in the past, I would have sneered at that phrase, considering it utter nonsense, Ji Nanjue thought. For two people to decide their feelings for each other with a mere exchange of glances could only mean one thing: they were simply coveting each other's physical beauty.

But now, her heart had begun to gradually accept the notion. Her life and Su Bei's seemed to merge inadvertently. That time they returned from the brink of death, the bond forged between them after sharing such adversity was naturally profound. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Maybe even before that night, his shadow had already been etched into my heart. It was just that, in my long-suppressed emotions, I had never acknowledged it.

"That could be it," Li Zijun said with a wry smile, realizing she had been misunderstood.

My feelings for Su Bei... were they truly as simple as my description implied? she mused. It took nearly a century of mutual understanding and shared experiences to truly know my own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms gently and blinked at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."

"You go on ahead," Ji Nanjue said, a slight hesitation in her voice. "Your... Sister will stay here alone for a little while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, though her heart felt somewhat complicated.

In the end, I am a woman, she thought. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be together openly, I still feel a sense of rejection towards any woman who might take even a fraction of his tenderness from me.

Moreover, this woman is his disciple... It feels wrong on so many levels, both emotionally and rationally.

A somewhat bizarre idea surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple... and *her* master is the man I love... and I'm caught in between? What a complicated relationship... Like three generations living under one roof, right?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

In matters of the heart, there's no right or wrong. But if blame must be assigned, the root of it all lies with that womanizer. If he hadn't been spreading his affections everywhere and dallying around, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He certainly had it easy...

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

"..."

She pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With a soft RUSTLE of fabric, she donned the dress and walked toward the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure, sighing softly.