All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 745: _1

The dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead clung with droplets of water, trickling down to her collarbone.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure, making her appear almost half-undressed. With a gentle bend of her jade-like arms, her captivating grace was fully revealed.

Her fair hands gently gathered her water-drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her robe, outlining her perfect figure, as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her soft skin, faintly revealing its color beneath. Her usual loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now, her true figure was finally revealed.

Ji Nanjue looked at her, somewhat surprised, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,

"Indeed, like master, like disciple... even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."

"Never mind. Call me Sister if you wish. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned, after all."

"..." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Li Zijun's submerged, jade-like legs gently stirred the water, creating a few ripples.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely unclad. The water barely reached her upper thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, which was toned and flat without a hint of excess flesh.

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

This one robe had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long, although it had no stains on it.

A little shy, Li Zijun removed her dress and placed it on the bank. Then, she quickly sank into the pool, submerging herself as much as possible.

Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air was somewhat heavy, and the atmosphere before rain always felt particularly oppressive.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently splashed the water, allowing it to cascade down as she suddenly spoke,

"You've only seen him a few times; are you so sure about your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but your actions and demeanor don't suggest you're an impulsive person."

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

She paused, feeling her question might have been a bit too direct, then Ji Nanjue added with a smile,

"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."

While speaking, her gaze rested on Li Zijun.

"Thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her lips and murmured softly without looking at Ji Nanjue.

Gazing into the somewhat murky water, Li Zijun pondered for a moment before murmuring,

"Must liking someone require a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, something touches the very depths of one's heart, and before you know it, that person has found a place within it?

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

Ji Nanjue was momentarily taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which was gentle yet tinged with sadness, she somehow sensed a great deal of underlying distress.

Then she pulled Li Zijun into her embrace, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's.

"Love at first sight?"

Previously, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nonsensical. How could a single glance confirm one's feelings, if not for mere attraction to beauty?

However, she was now beginning to accept this phrase.

Her life's trajectory and Su Bei's always seemed to align inadvertently. After they had returned from death's door, the emotional bond forged through shared hardship was naturally profound.

Perhaps, even before that night, his shadow had already been imprinted on her heart—she had simply never acknowledged the feelings she had sealed away for so long.

"That's also true."

Li Zijun gave a bitter smile. She's misunderstood me, she thought.

Her feelings for Su Bei weren't as simple as her brief description suggested. It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences and growing closer for her to be certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..."

She hugged her arms gently and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back then," Ji Nanjue said.

"I... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. She felt somewhat conflicted.

After all, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never be openly acknowledged, she still felt a sense of aversion towards any woman who might divert even a fraction of his affection.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... From any perspective, whether emotional or rational, it was utterly improper, almost a taboo.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, her own Master... and she herself caught in between?

What a complicated relationship... It was like three generations all tangled together, wasn't 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 was that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't been so free with his affections, sowing seeds of romance everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of nowhere?

He was 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 and, chuckling, playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose.

"You've worn that gown for too long. If you don't mind, wear my dress for now."

"..."

She pointed towards the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, Li Zijun put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

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