All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 689 - 385_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face, and droplets of water clung to the strands of hair at her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure appear half-exposed. With her jade-like arms lightly bent, her graceful pose was fully revealed.

Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her ruqun, outlining her perfect figure as she looked at Ji Nanjue with a touch of embarrassment.

Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting ruqun didn't reveal much, but now her true figure was finally on display.

Ji Nanjue watched her with clear surprise, then pursed her lips with a playful look and said, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold... Oh, never mind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' go ahead. That formal title you might use for me... it sounds rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Submerged beneath the water's surface, Li Zijun's jade-like legs gently stirred, splashing up a few droplets.

Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up, unclothed, the water barely reaching the top of her thighs, exposing her slender waist and flat belly without a trace of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes; you can't bathe while wearing them, can you?"

This ruqun had accompanied Li Zijun for who knew how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, blushing, took off her dress and placed it on the shore, then promptly sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

The air was somewhat oppressive; the time just before rain always felt particularly unsettling.

Her small hands gently splashed the water, letting droplets sprinkle down, before she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times; are you so sure of your feelings?"

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

"I'm curious—could you share your thoughts with me?"

After a pause, feeling her question was indeed a bit tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's also fine if you don't want to talk about it..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pressed her thin lips together. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly, staring into the somewhat dim pool water. She pondered for a moment and then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require conscious thought?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, due to something that stirs a deep palpitation in your heart, that person unknowingly finds a place there?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which was tinged with sadness, she noted that despite its gentle tone, she could somehow discern a great deal of frustration within it.

Then, she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, her cheek against Li Zijun's, and asked, "Love at first sight?"

Ji Nanjue might have previously scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as mere fanciful nonsense. Two people deciding their feelings after a single glance? That could only mean they were coveting each other's beauty. However, her heart had now gradually come to accept this phrase. Her own life path and Su Bei's always seemed to converge unintentionally. That time they returned from the gates of hell, the emotion born from having shared hardship was naturally extremely profound. Perhaps even before that night, his shadow had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's also true," Li Zijun said with a wry smile. It seems I've been misunderstood by her. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as understated as I just described? They were forged over nearly a century of shared experiences before I finally understood my own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." She hugged her arms lightly and blinked her eyes as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Go on back then," Ji Nanjue said.

"M-... Sister, I'll leave you to be alone for a while," Li Zijun replied.

Ji Nanjue gave her a gentle smile, her heart filled with complexity.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew there would never be a day when her relationship with Su Bei could be public, she still felt a sense of repulsion towards any woman who wanted to take a share of his tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... By any standard of sentiment or reason, it was outrageously improper.

A strange thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, my own Master... and myself stuck in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Like three generations living under one roof, right?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in love. But if someone had to be blamed, the root cause was that philandering heartthrob. If he hadn't been sowing wild oats everywhere, how could he have racked up so many emotional debts? He's certainly having an easy time of it...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Snapping back to her senses, Ji Nanjue lightly tapped Li Zijun's cute, fair nose and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

She then pointed toward the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and sighed softly.