All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 720 - 395_1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Beads of water clung to the hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbone. Wet, the fabric clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely shaped figure, like a half-peeled fruit. Her jade arms were slightly bent, her charming posture fully exposed. Her delicate hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The wet fabric outlined her perfect silhouette as she cast a shy look towards Ji Nanjue. Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, revealing a hint of flesh through their translucency. Normally concealed by loose robes, her true form was only now apparent.

Ji Nanjue watched her with a hint of surprise, a playful smile curling her lips. "As master and disciple, even the way you lie is cast from the same mold..." she said. "Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do so. 'Shifu's wife' does sound rather old."

"..."

Hidden beneath the water, Li Zijun's jade legs gently stirred the surface, creating ripples and splashes. Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up, bare. The water barely covered her upper thighs, her slender, flat waist exposed without a trace of excess flesh.

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

The single robe she wore had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains. Li Zijun shyly removed her clothing and placed it on the bank, then quickly sat down in the pool, covering herself thoroughly. Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her but sat down beside her.

The air grew heavy; the time before rain was always particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently stirred up sprays of water, allowing them to fall back down, before she suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times, and you are already certain of your feelings?

"At your age, it's normal to have someone you look up to, but from what I can tell, your behavior doesn't seem to be that of an impulsive person.

"I'm really curious, can you share what's on your mind?"

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was somewhat tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it..." As she spoke, her eyes fixed on Li Zijun.

"Thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her lips and murmured softly, not looking at Ji Nanjue. Gazing into the dark depths of the pool, she mused awhile before speaking softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, due to something that touches the depths of the heart, you find that someone unknowingly occupies your mind?

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

Ji Nanjue was momentarily stunned. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, laced with sadness despite its gentle tones, she sensed considerable unrest in her words. She then pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, her cheek against Li Zijun's. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this notion before, considering it nothing but nonsense—the idea that two people could understand their feelings for one another with just one look, as if it were only about craving physical beauty. But now, internally, she had come to accept the concept. Her own life somehow always aligned with Su Bei's; their shared ordeals had created a profound bond. Maybe even before that night, she had already etched his shadow in her heart, only she had never admitted it to her long-sealed heart.

"That's also true," Li Zijun said with a wry smile, realizing she had been misunderstood. Her feelings for Su Bei were far from as lightly regarded as she portrayed. It took nearly a century of harmonizing before she confirmed her heart's direction.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a bit cold..." Li Zijun said. She hugged her arms around herself and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"Go back then," Ji Nanjue replied. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Sister... I'll stay alone for a while," Ji Nanjue continued, her tone soft.

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

In the end, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never publicly be together, she still felt repelled by any woman who sought to take a share of his tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... From both an emotional and moral standpoint, it was utterly taboo. A rather strange thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own master... and herself caught in the middle? What a complex relationship... Three generations under one roof, is that it? It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame must be assigned, the root cause of it all lies with that philandering rascal. If he hadn't been so promiscuous, sowing his wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He certainly had it easy...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, playfully tapped Li Zijun's dainty, lotus-like nose, and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress for far too long. If you don't mind, wear my dress for now."

"..."

She then pointed towards the white gossamer dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked and then gave 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 departing figure and sighed softly.