All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 650: ,_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage. Dew clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down between her collarbones.

After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely formed, seminude figure; her jade arms were slightly bent, her enchanting posture fully revealed.

With delicate hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water made her soaked robe cling, outlining her perfect figure, and she gave Ji Nanjue an embarrassed glance.

The garments she hadn't fully removed clung tightly to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robes now left nothing to the imagination, unveiling her true beauty as clearly as a view of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smirk touched her lips as she said, "Master and disciple indeed—even your lies are cast from the same mold... Fine, call me Sister if you wish. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned."

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water's surface, gently stirred, creating a few ripples.

Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up, stark naked. The water level barely covered her thighs, revealing half of her slender, smooth waist, which was devoid of any excess flesh.

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

This single robe had accompanied Li Zijun for who knew how long, although it bore no stains.

With some shyness, Li Zijun slipped off her dress and placed it on the shore, then immediately submerged herself in the pool, hiding her body well.

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

The air was somewhat stifling; the moments before rain always felt especially restless.

Her small hands gently stirred the water, letting it splash down. Then, she suddenly spoke, "You've met him only a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"At this age, it's normal to have a longing for someone, but from your behavior, you don't seem to be an impulsive person."

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

Pausing, feeling her question was indeed a bit tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine..."

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but mumbling softly.

Gazing at the somewhat dark water, she pondered for a moment, then said faintly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that truly touches the depths of one's heart, a person unknowingly begins to carry someone else within it?"

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

Ji Nanjue paused, momentarily stunned. Li Zijun's voice, though gentle, carried an undertone of dejection. For some reason, Ji Nanjue could sense a deep-seated unhappiness woven into her words.

She then held Li Zijun tightly in her arms, pressing her cheek against hers.

"Love at first sight?"

Ji Nanjue might have previously scorned such a notion. She would have considered it nothing more than a fanciful tale—how could a single look confirm one's feelings unless it was purely out of lust for the other's appearance?

But now, her heart had gradually come to accept this idea. Her life's path always seemed to align with Su Bei's unintentionally, and their shared emotions after surviving a brush with death were naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, my heart had already been imprinted with his image; it was just that my long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"That's also a possibility," Ji Nanjue murmured.

Li Zijun smiled wryly. It seems I've been misunderstood. My feelings for Su Bei are far from the casual description I just gave. It's a bond forged over nearly a century that solidified my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun said, wrapping her arms around herself and blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Go on back then," Ji Nanjue replied.

"Teacher... Sister, you can stay here alone for a little while," Li Zijun suggested.

Ji Nanjue gave her a warm smile, her heart feeling complicated.

After all, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be publicly acknowledged, I still feel an aversion toward any woman who might claim a share of his affection. This is especially true since this particular woman is his disciple—a situation that feels morally reprehensible by any standard.

A curious thought popped into my head, Ji Nanjue mused. His disciple... my own master... and I'm stuck in the middle? What a complicated relationship... three generations under one roof, indeed!

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

In matters of affection, there's no absolute right or wrong. But if blame must be assigned, it all stems from that philanderer, Su Bei. If he hadn't been so flirtatious, sowing wild oats everywhere, how could such a tangled mess of emotional debts have arisen? He, however, is probably having a grand old time...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue came to her senses, playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and said with a laugh, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can 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, she put on the dress and walked toward the Daoist Temple.

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