All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 695: .1

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

Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely curved figure as if half-exposed, her slender arm gently bent, showcasing her grace.

Her fair hands gently gathered her drenched locks behind her head. The water soaked her robe, outlining the perfect contours of her body, and she looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, subtly hinting at her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe hid much, but now her true form was apparent.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then curled her lips into a playful smile and said,

"Undoubtedly, like teacher, like disciple... Even in lying, you're cast in the same mold."

"Fine, call me sister if you like. 'Teacher's wife,' on the other hand, sounds so old-fashioned."

"..."

Li Zijun's jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, creating a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up naked. The water reached the tops of her thighs, revealing half her shapely waist—slender and flat, without a trace of extra flesh.

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

This robe had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on her journey, though it remained without any stains.

Li Zijun, a bit shy, took off her wet robe and placed it by the bank, then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

The air was somewhat stifling; the period before rain always felt exceptionally tense.

Her small hands gently stirred the water, letting droplets from the pool sprinkle down, then she suddenly spoke,

"You've only met him a few times and are already so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to have someone they admire, but your behavior doesn't strike me as impulsive."

"I'm very curious. Can you share what's on your mind?"

Ji Nanjue hesitated for a moment, feeling that her question was somewhat tricky. She then added with a smile,

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

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun slightly pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmuring softly.

Staring at the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment and spoke softly,

"Does liking someone always need a reason?"

"Isn't it that at some point, because of something that creates a thrill deep within the heart, one unknowingly carries that person there?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice seemed tinged with sadness; though her tone was gentle, for some reason, it sounded deeply troubled.

She then held Li Zijun tightly in her embrace, her cheek against hers.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at the term, dismissing it as baseless talk. For two people to be certain of their feelings after just one glance could only mean they coveted the other's appearance.

But now, deep down, she was beginning to accept the term.

Her life trajectory with Su Bei had always seemed to align inadvertently. The emotional bond forged after they had faced life and death together was naturally profound.

Maybe even before that night, the image of that person was already imprinted in her heart; it was only that her long-sealed inner self had never admitted it.

"That's also true."

Li Zijun chuckled bitterly. It seemed she had been misunderstood.

Her feelings for Su Bei weren't so easily described. It had taken nearly a century of mutual adaptation before she was certain of her heart.

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

She hugged her arms lightly and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.

"You should go back now," Ji Nanjue said, her smile warm despite the conflict in her heart. "As for me... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Ji Nanjue watched her with a gentle smile, her heart somewhat conflicted.

Ultimately, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be publicly acknowledged, I still feel a sense of repulsion towards any woman who wishes to take even a fraction of his tenderness from me.

Moreover, this woman is his disciple... It's quite outrageous, both emotionally and rationally.

A quirky thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple, my own Shizun... and then there's me, caught in the middle? What a tangled web... Three generations under one roof, is that it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault. In matters of the heart, there's no right or wrong. If blame must be assigned, it all stems from that philandering rascal. If he hadn't been so free with his affections, scattering them everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He's certainly enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue, bringing her back to her senses. Ji Nanjue then playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a smile,

"That robe you've been wearing has been with you for a long time. If you don't mind, wear this dress of mine for now."

"..."

Her hand pointed towards the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

With soft rustling sounds, Li Zijun put on the dress and made her way towards the Daoist Temple.

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