All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 652: _1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face, her bangs wet with droplets that slid down to her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her, revealing her exquisite and well-proportioned figure as if she were half-bare. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her captivating allure fully on display.

With a gentle sweep of her hand, she gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked her layered dress, outlining her perfect figure, and somewhat embarrassed, she glanced at Ji Nanjue.

Her clothes, not yet fully removed, stuck to her body, revealing a blush of skin beneath the translucence. Her normally loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now it revealed the true contours of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Master and disciple, truly cast from the same mold... even down to your lies..." she remarked. "Well, never mind. If you want to call me Sister, go ahead. 'Shiniang' does sound rather old-fashioned, doesn't it?"

Her jade-like legs hidden beneath the water gently stirred the surface, causing a few ripples.

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

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

This dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, a touch shy, removed her garment and placed it on the shore before swiftly sitting back down in the pool, concealing herself as best she could.

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

The air was somewhat oppressive. The time before rain always felt unusually tense.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently played with the water, letting it splash down, when she suddenly spoke up, "You've only met him a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to cherish an image in their heart, but your actions don't strike me as those of an impulsive person."

"I'm quite curious, would you share your thoughts?"

Ji Nanjue paused, perhaps feeling her question was a bit too probing. She quickly added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it..."

Meanwhile, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips without looking at Ji Nanjue, murmuring softly.

Gazing at the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you find yourself unconsciously carrying that person within you?"

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

Ji Nanjue paused. Li Zijun's voice was somewhat dejected; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue could somehow detect a deep sense of vexation within it.

Then she held Li Zijun tightly in her arms, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously sneered at this phrase, dismissing it as absurd. The notion that two people could confirm their feelings with a single glance, to her, had always suggested nothing but superficial lust.

But now, deep inside, she gradually accepted the term.

Her life's trajectory with Su Bei somehow always seamlessly converged, and that return from the brink of death had created a profound bond between them, forged through shared hardship.

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

"'That makes sense,' Li Zijun conceded, then gave a wry smile. She's misunderstood me, she thought."

My feelings for Su Bei were hardly as trivial as my simple words suggested. It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences and understanding for me to be certain of my heart.

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

"Alright, you head back first," Ji Nanjue said. "I... Sister will stay here alone for a little while." She smiled warmly at Li Zijun, though her heart was a tangle of complex emotions.

In the end, I am a woman. Although I know Su Bei and I can never publicly acknowledge our relationship, I still feel repelled by any woman who wants to share his warmth.

And this woman is his disciple... This is somewhat against both sentiment and reason.

A peculiar thought surfaced in my mind: his disciple, *my Master*... with me stuck in the middle? What a complicated relationship... like three generations living under one roof, huh?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

In matters of the heart, there's no right or wrong. If there is a fault, it all stems from that flirtatious scoundrel. If he hadn't spread his affections everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts?

He certainly got off easy...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue, who finally came back to her senses, playfully flicked Li Zijun's small, tender nose, and said with a smile, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear my dress for the time being."

She pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

Rustling softly, she put on the dress and headed back to the Daoist Temple.

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