All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 656: ,_1

The faint stars cast their dim light upon Li Zijun's visage, beads of water clinging to the hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.

The wet clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her delicate and graceful figure like a halved fruit, her slender arms bending lightly, revealing her enchanting posture.

With her fair hands, she gently gathered her wet hair behind her head, the water soaking through her robe and sketching the contours of her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothes that had not been fully removed now adhered entirely to her delicate body, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. Usually, her rather loose-fitting robe would conceal much, but only now was Mount Lu's true face revealed.

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curled her lips. "Worthy of master and disciple," she said, her tone teasing, "even your lies are cut from the same mold..."

She then added, "Forget it. If you wish to call me Sister, then do so. 'Mistress,' on the other hand, sounds oddly old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water's surface, lightly stirred the water, splashing a few droplets.

Then, with her arms gently supporting her body, she stood up naked, the water just barely covering her thighs, revealing half of her waist—a slender and flat expanse without an ounce of excess fat.

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

Throughout this journey, the robe Li Zijun wore had been with her for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, a little shy, took off her clothes and placed them on the bank. Then she quickly sat down in the pool, covering herself completely.

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

The air held a slight heaviness; the time before rain always felt particularly tense.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently lifted splashes of water, allowing them to fall back down. Suddenly, she spoke, "You've only met him a few times, yet you're so sure about your feelings?"

"At your age, harboring admiration for someone is very normal, but your words and actions don't seem like those of someone impulsive."

"I'm quite curious, could you share what's on your mind?"

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

During this time, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

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

Gazing into the somewhat gloomy pool, she pondered for a moment before saying quietly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"

"Isn't it possible that at some point, because of something that touches the depths of your heart, you unknowingly make room for someone in it?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment, listening to the tinge of sadness in Li Zijun's voice. It was a very gentle tone, yet for some reason, it seemed to carry a lot of unspoken distress.

Then she wrapped Li Zijun tightly in an embrace, her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps she would have previously scoffed at this notion, dismissing it as mere nonsense—the idea that two people could be certain of their feelings with just one look, suggesting nothing but lust for physical beauty. Yet now, her heart had gradually come to accept the phrase. Her life's trajectory with Su Bei always seemed to align inadvertently. After they had returned from the brink of death that one time, the bond forged from sharing such hardship was naturally exceptionally deep. Maybe even before that night, her heart had already been imprinted with his shadow; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's also a possibility."

Li Zijun chuckled bitterly, realizing she had been misunderstood. Her feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as understated as her own description implied? It was the culmination of nearly a hundred years of shared experiences and understanding before she was certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..."

She hugged her arms around herself and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back then."

"Mistre... Sister will stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart somewhat conflicted.

In the end, she was a woman. Despite knowing she and Su Bei could never have their relationship acknowledged publicly, she still felt repelled by any woman who wished to take a share of the tenderness meant for her. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... both emotionally and logically, it seemed highly improper.

A rather peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, her own Master... with herself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... three generations under one roof, as it were.

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if someone must be blamed, the root cause is that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't spread his amorous intentions far and wide, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts?

—He, on the other hand, must be quite pleased with himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Coming back to herself, Ji Nanjue playfully pinched Li Zijun's tender nose and said with a smile, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now."

"..."

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

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, she put on the robe and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

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