All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 642 - 367_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to her hairline, trickling down to her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, her delicate, well-proportioned figure revealed as if she were half-undressed. Her jade-like arms gently bent, her captivating allure fully on display.

Her fair hands gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her dress, outlining her perfect figure as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes she hadn't completely removed clung fast to her delicate body, faintly hinting at the flesh beneath. Her usual loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now, her true figure was finally revealed, as if seeing the true face of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue looked at her, clearly surprised. Then, a playful smile touched her lips as she said teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold... Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then go ahead. Being called your master's wife actually sounds rather old-fashioned." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Li Zijun's jade-like legs, hidden beneath the surface, gently stirred the water, sending ripples across the pool.

Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely reached her upper thighs, revealing the slim, flat expanse of her waist, devoid of any surplus flesh.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't very well bathe in them, can you?"

This dress had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long, though 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, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

The air was somewhat oppressive; the atmosphere just before rain always felt particularly charged.

Ji Nanjue gently splashed the water with her small hands, letting the droplets scatter, then suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times. Are you already so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to have aspirations for 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 truly thinking?"

After a pause, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's fine if you don't want to say anything."

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun pursed her thin lips slightly. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Staring at the somewhat murky water of the pool, she reflected for a moment before saying quietly, "Does liking someone always require reasons?"

"Isn't it that sometimes, at a particular moment, because of an event that profoundly stirs the depths of one's soul, a certain person unknowingly comes to reside in your heart?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to the somewhat melancholic tone in Li Zijun's voice—gentle, yet inexplicably laden with frustration—she then pulled Li Zijun into a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against hers.

"Love at first sight?"

Previously, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a term, dismissing it as mere fantasy. The idea that two people could determine their feelings for each other with just one look seemed to her to have only one explanation: lust for the other's beauty.

Yet now, she found herself gradually accepting this notion. Her life and Su Bei's had a way of unintentionally converging time and again. The bond forged between them after they had returned from the brink of death together was naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, his image had been etched deep within her heart; it was only that her long-sealed emotions had never allowed her to acknowledge it.

Ji Nanjue murmured, "That's true enough."

Li Zijun gave a bitter smile; it seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as fleeting as she had just described? It had taken nearly a century of their lives intertwining for her to be certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a little cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms, blinking as she looked up at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."

Ji Nanjue smiled gently at her, her own heart a tangle of emotions. "You head back first. Esteemed... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never have a future acknowledged by the world, she still felt a natural aversion to any woman who might try to take even a sliver of his tenderness from her.

What's more, this woman was his disciple... From any perspective, be it emotional or ethical, it felt profoundly unorthodox.

A strange thought surfaced in her mind: Li Zijun was his disciple, and Su Bei was, in a way, her own revered master... with herself stuck in the middle?

What a complicated mess of relationships... Like three generations living under one roof, wasn't it?

It's all that 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 of it all was that damned philanderer. If he hadn't been womanizing and leaving a trail of broken hearts, how could so many debts of affection have arisen?

He's certainly the one enjoying himself through all this...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Snapping back to her senses, Ji Nanjue playfully pinched Li Zijun's dainty nose and smiled. "You've worn that dress of yours for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

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

Li Zijun blinked, then flashed a sweet smile at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft rustle of fabric, Li Zijun put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure fade into the distance, then let out a soft sigh.