All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 654: ,_1

Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down towards her collarbones.

Soaked through, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely curvaceous form. She looked like a half-peeled fruit, her jade-like arms bent lightly, her captivating allure on full display.

Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water seeping through her silk robe outlined her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat shyly.

The clothes she hadn't completely removed clung tightly to her delicate body, so sheer they faintly revealed the color of her skin beneath. Normally, her rather loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now, her true form was revealed like the true face of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue observed her with evident surprise, then curled her lips, a playful tone in her voice as she said, "Worthy of being teacher and Disciple, even in lying you two are cut from the same cloth..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, go ahead. 'Shiniang' sounds rather old-fashioned anyway."

"..."

Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, sending out a few splashes.

Then, with a light push of her jade-like arms, Ji Nanjue stood up, stark naked. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender, flat waist, which was devoid of any excess fat.

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

This silk robe had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, though it bore no stains.

With a touch of shyness, Li Zijun removed her silk robe, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sat down in the pool, carefully concealing herself.

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

The air was a bit heavy; the period before rain always felt particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently scooped up some water, letting it splash down as she suddenly asked, "You've only met him a few times and are already so certain of your feelings?"

"At this age, it's normal to have someone to admire, but seeing your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I am very curious, may I hear your thoughts?"

She paused for a moment, feeling that her question was indeed a bit probing, then added with a smile, "Of course, it's fine if you don't wish to share..."

As she spoke, her eyes rested on Li Zijun.

"Thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

Gazing at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something stirring deep inside, a person unknowingly takes up residence in your heart?"

"Perhaps it's just one glance, just one action."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which was tinged with sadness—though her tone was gentle—she inexplicably detected a deep undercurrent of vexation.

Then she drew Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing close to her cheek. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps in the past, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nonsense. The idea that two people could be sure of their hearts after a simple exchange of glances seemed to her to be nothing more than lust for physical attractiveness. However, her heart had now gradually come to accept this term. Her own life trajectory and Su Bei's had always unintentionally intertwined. That time they returned from death's door, the bond forged between them after surviving such an ordeal was naturally exceedingly deep. Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed emotions had never acknowledged it.

"There's some truth to that," Li Zijun said.

She smiled bitterly. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei—how could they be as understated as her description implied? It had taken nearly a century of mutual adjustment and understanding before she had truly affirmed her heart's desire.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly, blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.

"Go on back then," Ji Nanjue said with a warm smile, her own heart filled with complex emotions. "Sh... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never publicly acknowledge their relationship, she still felt a natural aversion to any woman who might try to take even a fraction of his tenderness from her. Moreover, this woman was his Disciple... From any perspective, emotional or rational, it felt profoundly improper, almost sacrilegious.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's Disciple, her own Master... with herself caught in the middle? What a complicated web of relationships... It was like three generations under one roof, wasn't it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault!

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame had to be assigned, the root cause was that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't sown his wild oats everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of thin air? He certainly enjoyed himself...

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

"..."

She then gestured with her hand towards the white gauze robe lying on the bank.

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

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

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure and let out a gentle sigh.