All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 602 - 348_1

The dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's visage, droplets of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.

After getting wet, the clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicate and exquisite figure like a halved fruit. Her jade arms were lightly bent, revealing her graceful posture.

Her bare hands gently gathered her long hair, soaked by water, behind her head. The flow of water drenched her gown, sketching the perfect curves of her body as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not entirely taken off, adhered to her tender body, faintly revealing the flesh beneath. The ordinarily loose gown didn't reveal much, but now it fully exposed the true form of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she watched her, then, with a playful curve of her mouth, she remarked,

"As expected of teacher and disciple, even in lying you are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it, if you want to call me 'sister', then do so. 'Madam' indeed sounds rather old-fashioned."

Li Zijun remained silent.

The jade legs hidden beneath the water's surface gently stirred, creating a few ripples. Then, she pushed off lightly with her arms and stood up, not a stitch on her; the water level just covered her thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, with not an ounce of excess flesh.

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

This one dress had followed Li Zijun for who knows how long, although it bore no visible stains. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Li Zijun, a bit embarrassed, took off her dress and placed it on the shore before immediately sitting down in the pool of water, concealing herself as best as she could.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and took a seat beside her.

The air felt somewhat stifling. The time just before rain always carried an exceptional tension.

Her little hands gently lifted splashes of water, letting them fall back into the pool as she suddenly spoke,

"You've only seen him a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to have someone they dream of, but from your words and deeds, you don't strike me as an impulsive person."

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

After a pause, feeling that her question was somewhat tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,

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

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

"Thoughts, huh?"

Li Zijun slightly pursed her thin lips, not looking towards Ji Nanjue, just murmuring softly.

Gazing at the somewhat gloomy waters, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly,

"Does liking someone necessarily require a rationale?"

"Isn't it often that at a certain point in time, because of something that resonates deep within your heart, you find yourself unknowingly harboring someone there?"

"Maybe it's just a glance, just a single action."

Ji Nanjue was momentarily stunned. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat sorrowful; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue could somehow sense a deep restlessness within it.

Then, she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her arms, cheek against her cheek.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scoffed at the notion, deeming it a groundless fairytale. To her, the idea that two people could confirm their feelings for each other with just one look would indicate nothing more than a superficial attraction to their physical appearance. But now, her heart was gradually beginning to accept this concept. Her own life path and that of Su Bei always seemed to align effortlessly. That time when they returned from the brink of death, their emotions, forged through shared hardship, were naturally very profound. Maybe even before that night, her heart had already been imprinted with his image; it's just that her long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"That's also true," Li Zijun managed a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her. Her own feelings for Su Bei, could they really be summed up as simply and lightly as she had just described? They were the result of nearly a hundred years of rapport; only then had she affirmed her own feelings.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold..."

She gently hugged her arms, blinking her eyes as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Go on, head back."

"Shifu... Sister, I'll stay by myself for a while."

Ji Nanjue offered her a gentle smile, her heart in turmoil.

When all was said and done, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei would never have a day that could be acknowledged publicly, she still felt resistance towards any woman who wanted to take a share of his tenderness from her. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... by both emotion and reason, it seemed quite rebellious.

A somewhat odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, her own master... and herself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations all living together, are we?

It was all Su Dudu's fault.

There was no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if one had to assign blame, the root cause of it all came from that fickle-hearted rascal. If he hadn't been dallying around and leaving a trail of affection everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of thin air?

—He was the one who'd had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and said with a smile,

"You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this one of mine for the time being."

After a moment of silence from Li Zijun, Ji Nanjue pointed towards the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With the soft rustle of fabric, she put on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure, sighing softly.