All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 677: ,,_1

Faint starlight kissed Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, sliding down to her collarbones, drop by drop. Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing the delicate curves of her lovely form, making her exquisite figure as alluring as ripe fruit, half-revealed. Her jade-like arm was gently bent, her enchanting grace fully displayed.

Her bare hands lightly gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched layers of her dress outlined her perfect figure as she glanced shyly at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not entirely removed, clung perfectly to her soft body, faintly revealing the skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but only now was its true splendor revealed, like Mount Lu showing its true face.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Truly, teacher and disciple," she said, "even your lies are cast from the same mold... Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do so; 'Mistress' sounds rather old-fashioned, anyway."

"..."

Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, creating ripples and scattering droplets.

Then, with a light push from her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the upper half of her slender, trim waist, devoid of any excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe while wearing them, can you?"

That dress had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on this journey, although it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat embarrassed, slipped the dress off her body and placed it on the bank, then immediately sat down in the pool, hiding herself as best she could.

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

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

Her small hands lightly scooped up the water, letting it splash down as she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times, and yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"At this age, it's normal to have someone you long for. But observing your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm very curious. Can you share your thoughts with me?"

She paused, perhaps feeling her question was a bit too probing, then Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk..."

As Ji Nanjue spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue. She gazed at the somewhat murky pool water, hesitated for a moment, then murmured softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it sometimes just that at a particular moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you unknowingly begin to carry someone within it?"

"Perhaps it's just a single glance, just a certain gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with a hint of sorrow; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue could sense a deep undercurrent of vexation in her words.

Then Ji Nanjue gathered Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's. "Love at first sight?"

Ji Nanjue might have previously scoffed at this phrase. She would have seen it as nothing more than an absurdity—the idea that two people could determine their feelings for each other after a single glance, likely just driven by an attraction to physical beauty.

Yet now, her own heart was gradually coming to accept the notion.

Her life path and Su Bei's always seemed to intersect unintentionally. The bond forged between them after surviving that brush with death was naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart, though her long-guarded heart had never acknowledged it.

"That may be so," Li Zijun forced a bitter smile, realizing Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

Her affection for Su Bei was far from the light description she had given; it had been nearly a century of growing closer before she was sure of her feelings.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms to herself and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."

"You go on back then," Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart a maelstrom of complex emotions. "I... Sister will stay alone for a while."

In the end, she was a woman. Even though she knew that she and Su Bei could never be together openly, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who might try to take a share of that affection.

Moreover, this woman was *his* disciple... It felt like a transgression, both emotionally and ethically.

A rather peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: *his* disciple, *her own* Master... with herself caught in the middle?

What a tangled web... like three generations under one roof, indeed!

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be assigned, the root cause was that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't been such a Casanova, sowing seeds of affection everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have been incurred out of thin air?

He certainly enjoyed himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue, who came back to her senses, gently tapped Li Zijun's cute, delicate nose, and laughed, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

Her hand then pointed toward the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

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

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and let out a soft sigh.