All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 685: .1

The dim flicker of stars shone upon Li Zijun's face, strands of hair wet with droplets of water, which trickled down to her collarbone.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicate and graceful figure, making her appear semi-nude. Her fair arms were gently bent, revealing an alluring charm.

Her fair hands gently gathered her long, drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked through her dress, sketching the perfect contour of her body. She looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung completely to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. The usually loose dress hid much of her form, but now it revealed her true appearance, as if Mount Lu were unveiling its secrets.

Ji Nanjue watched her with a hint of surprise, then curled the corner of her mouth with a teasing tone, "It's true what they say about master and disciple, lying in the exact same way... Fine, if you want to call me 'Sister,' go ahead. 'Mistress' does sound quite old-fashioned."

"..."

Hidden beneath the water, her jade-like legs gently stirred the surface, sending a few ripples dancing across it.

Then, with a gentle push of her fair arms, she stood up unadorned, the water barely reaching her upper thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, entirely free of superfluous flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe in them, can you?"

This dress Li Zijun wore had accompanied her for who knows how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

A bit shy, Li Zijun removed the dress from her body and placed it on the shore, then promptly sat down in the pool, concealing herself as much as possible.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her, instead sitting down beside her.

The air felt somewhat stifling; the time before rain always seemed particularly restless.

Her small hand gently lifted splashes of water, letting the pool's cascade envelop her, before she suddenly spoke, "You've seen him only a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal to idolize someone at your age, but from your actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

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

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question might be a bit tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say..."

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun lightly bit her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured softly.

Gazing at the slightly gloomy water, she pondered for a moment and spoke faintly, "Does liking someone necessarily require deliberate thoughts?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that stirs the deepest part of one's heart, that person unknowingly comes to reside within it?"

"It might be just a glance, just a particular gesture."

Ji Nanjue was momentarily taken aback, listening to her voice tinged with melancholy. Despite its gentle tone, for some reason, she detected a great deal of vexation in Li Zijun's words.

Then, Ji Nanjue drew Li Zijun into a tight embrace, her cheek close to Li Zijun's. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this notion before, dismissing it as mere folly—that just by exchanging a glance, two people could be sure of their feelings, attributing it only to a lust for beauty. Yet now, her heart was beginning to accept the idea. Her life's path with Su Bei always seemed to merge effortlessly. After their return from the brink of death, the bond forged by shared adversity was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, her own heart had already been imprinted with his image, only her long-sealed emotions had never acknowledged it.

"That's one way to look at it."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei were not so casually described as this; they were the result of nearly a hundred years of evolving emotions before she was certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." She hugged her arms, blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back," Ji Nanjue said.

"Master... Sister, you should stay alone for a while," Li Zijun replied.

Ji Nanjue gave her a gentle smile, her heart somewhat conflicted.

In the end, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never have a publicly acknowledged future, she still felt resistant towards any woman who might divert a share of Su Bei's affection from her. Moreover, this woman was his Disciple... By any standard of emotion or reason, it was a serious transgression.

A strange thought crossed Ji Nanjue's mind—his Disciple, her master... with herself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... A tale of three generations under one roof, was it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault."

There is no right or wrong in love. But if one had to assign blame, the root cause of it all was that fickle playboy. If he hadn't been such a womanizer, how could there be so many emotional debts?

——He's certainly enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, lightly flicked Li Zijun's dainty nose, and said with a laugh, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for the time being."

"..."

Her hand pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

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

Watching Li Zijun walk away, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.