All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 658: ,_1

Faint starlight shone upon Li Zijun's face, strands of hair on her forehead damp with droplets, trickling down to her collarbone.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure as conspicuous as if she were half-bare, her jade-like arm gently curved, revealing her exquisite posture.

Her fair hands gently gathered the soaked hair behind her head as the water seeped through her robes, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothes she hadn't completely taken off clung to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin through their semi-translucent material. The usually loose-fitting robes hid much, but now her true form, like the famed beauty of Mount Lu, was revealed.

Ji Nanjue stared at her with noticeable surprise, then a corner of her mouth curled up. With a hint of playfulness, she said, "It's no wonder you're teacher and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold... Oh, never mind. Call me 'sister' if you want. 'Madame' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Tucked under the water, her jade-like legs gently agitated the surface, stirring up a few splashes.

Then, with a light push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely covered her upper thighs, revealing her waist—slim and flat without a trace of excess fat.

"Take your clothes off; you can't very well bathe with them on, can you?"

On this journey, Li Zijun had worn this single robe for who knows how long, although it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed the robe, placed it on the shore, and then immediately sat down in the pool, carefully concealing herself.

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

The air felt heavy; the time before rain always felt especially restless.

Her delicate hands gently scooped up some water, letting it splash down. Then, she suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times; are you so sure of your feelings?"

"It's quite normal for someone your age to hold admiration in their heart, but the way you carry yourself doesn't seem impulsive."

"I'm quite curious. Could you share what you're thinking?"

Pausing a moment, feeling her question was indeed a bit pointed, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her lips and whispered softly, not even looking at Ji Nanjue.

Gazing into the dark waters of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Does liking someone always require conscious thought?"

"Isn't it that at a certain point in time, because of something profound enough to stir the depths of your heart, you unconsciously begin to carry someone there?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback, hearing the sadness in Li Zijun's voice. Although her tone was gentle, somehow, her words conveyed a deep frustration.

Then Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun into a tight embrace, their cheeks touching. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scorned the idea, dismissing it as preposterous. She would have believed that deciding on one's feelings after merely a single glance could only be due to lust for the other's beauty. But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the term, as her life's path with Su Bei had somehow unintentionally intertwined. That time they had returned from death's door, the bond forged through shared tribulations was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, Su Bei's shadow was already imprinted on her heart; it was only that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"I suppose that's one way to put it," Li Zijun smiled ruefully. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Were her feelings for Su Bei truly as shallow as her brief description implied? It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences for her to become certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a bit cold..." She hugged her own arms and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back then."

"Let... Sister stay here alone for a while," Ji Nanjue said, offering Li Zijun a warm smile, though a complex mix of emotions stirred within her.

After all, she was a woman. Despite knowing that she and Su Bei could never publicly declare their relationship, she still felt a pang of resentment at the thought of another woman vying for a share of his tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... which felt utterly wrong, both emotionally and logically. An odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind. There was Su Bei's disciple, Li Zijun. Then there was Su Bei, Li Zijun's very own Master. And caught right in the middle of it all... was her? What a complicated mess... like three generations living under one roof, indeed. It's all Su Dudu's fault! There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart, but if blame had to be assigned, the root cause was that philandering Casanova. If he hadn't been so carelessly affectionate and flirtatious everywhere, how could he have possibly incurred so many emotional debts? He certainly got to enjoy himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, playfully tapped Li Zijun's dainty nose, and laughed. "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of 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 of fabric, she put on the dress and walked toward the Daoist Temple.

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