All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 743: _1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were damp with water droplets, which slid down to her collarbone.

Her wet clothes clung tightly to her body, making her well-proportioned, delicate body appear almost nude; her jade-like arms gently bent, her captivating charm fully revealed.

Her delicate hands gently gathered her drenched long hair behind her head. The water streamed down, soaking her dress and outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed her figure well, but now its true contours were visible.

Ji Nanjue watched her with a hint of surprise before she curled the corners of her mouth, speaking teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. The term 'Master's wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."

Li Zijun didn't speak. 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 unclothed. The water reached just past the top of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender, flat waist, devoid of any excess flesh.

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

This dress was the only garment Li Zijun had worn throughout this journey; it had been with her for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, feeling somewhat shy, removed her dress and placed it on the bank. Then, she quickly sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

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

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it splash down. She suddenly 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 such aspirations, but your words and actions don't suggest you're an impulsive person."

"I'm curious, can 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 okay if you don't want to say..."

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

"Thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Gazing at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment and then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, due to something that deeply touches one's heart, a person unknowingly comes to reside there?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, or a particular action."

Ji Nanjue paused. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat melancholic; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow detected a great deal of vexation in it.

Then Ji Nanjue tightly embraced Li Zijun, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as mere nonsense. If two people could determine their feelings for each other with just a single glance, there was only one possibility: they were coveting each other's beauty. However, she now found herself gradually accepting this phrase. Her life trajectory and Su Bei's always seemed to converge inadvertently. After they had returned from the brink of death together, the bond forged from sharing such hardship was naturally extremely profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That makes sense."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

Her feelings for Su Bei were hardly as simple as she had described. It had taken nearly a century of refinement and understanding before she was certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a little cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms and blinked her eyes at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back," Ji Nanjue said, smiling warmly at her, her heart filled with complex emotions. Then, she added, "Master's wi— No, *Sister* will stay alone for a bit."

Ultimately, she was a woman. Although she knew there would never be a day when her relationship with Su Bei could be public, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who wanted to share even a fraction of his tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... From both an emotional and rational standpoint, it felt utterly outrageous. A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own master... and herself caught in between? What a complicated relationship... It was like three generations living under one roof, wasn't it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of emotion. If anyone was to blame, the root cause was that philandering womanizer, Su Bei. If he hadn't been promiscuous and flirted everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of thin air?

He sure enjoyed himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand a few times in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and smiled, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

She pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

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

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