All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 741 - 401_1
Faint starlight shone upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the locks of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure as if she were only half-dressed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, her graceful beauty fully apparent.
Her fair hand gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water had drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure, making her somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered entirely to her supple body. They were slightly transparent, revealing the color of her skin beneath. Usually, her rather loose dress concealed much, but now, her true form was revealed, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her lips curled. With a teasing tone, she said, "Indeed, like master, like Disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth."
She continued, "Forget it. If you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Master's wife' sounds strangely old-fashioned anyway."
Li Zijun said nothing.
Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, creating a few splashes.
Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water level barely reached the top of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender waist—fine, flat, and without a hint of excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't possibly bathe with them on, can you?"
This one dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on this journey, although it bore no stains.
Feeling a bit shy, Li Zijun removed her dress, placed it by the shore, and then immediately sat down in the pool, hiding herself as securely as possible.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her; she simply sat down beside her.
The air was somewhat stifling. The period just before rain always felt particularly restless.
Ji Nanjue's small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it cascade down. Suddenly, she spoke, "You've only met him a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"
"It's normal for someone your age to have an object of adoration, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"I'm curious. Could you share what's on your mind?"
After a pause, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to say..."
As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.
Gazing at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require deliberate thought?"
"Isn't it often that at a certain moment, because of something that causes a deep flutter in your heart, someone unknowingly comes to reside there?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, or a particular action."
Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Hearing the sorrow in Li Zijun's voice—though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue inexplicably sensed a deep frustration within it.
She then pulled Li Zijun close, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scoffed at this term, considering it mere nonsense. Two people just looking at each other and confirming their feelings? There could only be one explanation: lusting after the other's beauty.
But now, her heart was gradually coming to accept this term.
Her life and Su Bei's had always intertwined in unexpected ways. That time they had returned from the brink of death, the bond forged between them after sharing such hardship was naturally profound.
Perhaps even before that night, his image was already imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.
"I suppose that could be it," Li Zijun said with a bitter smile.
It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her feelings for Su Bei were hardly as simple as her brief description implied. They were the culmination of nearly a hundred years of shared experiences and understanding, which had finally led her to be certain of her heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.
"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said. "Your Master's... ah, no... Sister will stay here alone for a while."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, though her heart felt a tangle of complex emotions.
Ultimately, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never publicly acknowledge their relationship, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who might take even a fraction of his tenderness away from her.
Moreover, this woman was his Disciple... by any measure, it felt utterly improper, almost sacrilegious.
A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His Disciple (Li Zijun), and her own Master (Su Bei)... with herself caught in between?
What a complicated relationship... like three generations under one roof, wasn't it?
"It's all Su Dudu's fault," she muttered.
There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame had to be assigned, the root cause of all these emotional entanglements was that philanderer. If he hadn't spread his affections everywhere, dallying around, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of thin air?
He, on the other hand, certainly had it easy...
Li Zijun waved her hand a few times in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses and playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, smiling. "You've worn that dress of yours for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."
Li Zijun was momentarily speechless. "..."
Ji Nanjue then gestured with her hand towards the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With the soft RUSTLE of fabric, she put on the dress and then walked towards the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's receding figure and sighed softly.
