All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 644: .1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage, strands of hair on her forehead damp with droplets that slid down to her collarbones. The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her exquisite, well-defined figure. Her delicate arms were lightly bent, fully revealing her graceful posture. Her bare hands gently gathered her soaked hair to the back of her head. The water drenched her sheer garment, sketching the perfect contours of her body, making her somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

The garments she had not fully removed clung snugly to her body, slightly translucent, revealing the color of her skin beneath; her usually loose-fitting robes had concealed much, showing Mount Lu's true nature only now.

Ji Nanjue clearly looked at her with a hint of surprise, then curled the corners of her mouth, speaking teasingly,

"It seems the teacher and student are cut from the same cloth... even their lies are identical..."

"Forget it, you can call me Sister if you want. Besides, calling me 'Master's Wife' sounds so old-fashioned anyway."

"..."

Li Zijun's legs, submerged underwater, gently stirred the surface, creating a few ripples.

Then, with a light push from her arms, she stood up without a thread on, the water barely covering her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist—smooth and without an ounce of excess flesh.

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

This robe had accompanied Li Zijun for an unknown length of time on this journey, yet it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shy, removed her garments and placed them on the shore, then promptly sat down in the pool, hiding herself completely.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and took a seat beside her.

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

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently splashed the water, letting it trickle down before she suddenly spoke,

"You've only seen him a few times, so how can you be so certain of your feelings?"

"At your age, it's normal to harbor a crush, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like someone who acts on impulse."

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

After a pause, feeling that her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a laugh,

"Of course, if you don't want to talk about it... that's fine too."

As she spoke, her eyes rested on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmuring softly instead.

Gazing at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment, then said faintly,

"Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

"Isn't it just that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches one's heart, that person unknowingly finds a place within it?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice sounded a bit sorrowful; her tone was very tender, yet for some reason, her words seemed tinged with much vexation.

Then Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, her cheek against hers.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this term, dismissing it as mere nonsense; if two people decided upon their feelings for each other after a single glance, she would have believed it was only because they coveted the other's beauty.

But now, her heart had gradually come to accept this phrase.

Her life's path with Su Bei had always coincided unwittingly, and that return from death's door had forged a profound emotional bond between them.

Maybe even before that night, her heart had already been imprinted with his image, only she had never acknowledged it in her long-sealed heart.

"That's also true," Ji Nanjue mused.

Li Zijun forced a smile; it seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the light and fleeting description she had just given; they were the result of nearly a century of adjustment and understanding before she was finally certain of her own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold..."

Li Zijun wrapped her arms gently around herself, blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"I think I'll head back."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. "Alright. You go on. Sh— Sister will stay here alone for a bit." Her heart was a tangle of complex emotions.

After all, she was a woman. Although she knew she could never publicly acknowledge her relationship with Su Bei, she still felt resistant to another woman who sought to take away some of the tenderness she felt was meant for her.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... Both morally and emotionally, it felt like quite a transgression.

A strange idea flashed through Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, her own Master... and I'm caught in the middle?

What a complicated relationship... A generational conundrum, indeed.

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in feelings. But if there had to be a source of blame, it all stemmed from that womanizing radish; if he hadn't been so reckless with affections, flitting from flower to flower, how could all these emotional debts have arisen from thin air?

—He's the one having a grand time...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. As Ji Nanjue came to her senses, she pinched Li Zijun's tender little nose with a laugh, saying,

"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear my dress for now."

"..."

Her hand then pointed to the white gauze robe on the shore.

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

RUSTLING softly, she put on the robe and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating back, she sighed softly.