All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 697: .1

Flickers of dim starlight touched Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the hair on her forehead, slipping drip by drip down to her collarbones.

After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure like a halved fruit, her jade arms gracefully bent, her charm evident.

Her fair hands gently gathered the water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robes and outlined her perfect figure, a hint of bashfulness in her eyes as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes she hadn't fully taken off adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. The usually loose-fitting robes hid her shape well, but now they laid bare the true contours of Mount Lu. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Ji Nanjue appeared quite astonished as she looked at her, then curled her lips mischievously and said, "Indeed, like teacher, like disciple. Even in lying, you are cast from the same mold... Forget it, you can call me Sister if you want. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Submerged beneath the water, Li Zijun gently toyed with the surface, creating a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up unclothed, the water barely covering the tops of her thighs, revealing half of her waist, slender and flat, without an ounce of spare flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe in them, right?" Ji Nanjue said.

Throughout the journey, that one robe had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, although it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her dress and placed it on the shore before immediately sitting down in the pool, hiding herself completely.

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

The air was somewhat stifling; the time before the rain always especially restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently splashed the water, letting it pour down. She then suddenly said, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings? It's normal for someone of your age to have someone they look up to, but from your actions, you don't seem like someone who acts on impulse. I'm curious, can you share what you're thinking? Of course, it's okay if you don't want to share..."

As Ji Nanjue spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmuring softly.

Gazing at the somewhat murky water, she pondered a moment before speaking faintly, "Does liking someone always need a reason? Isn't it that at some point in time, because of something that touches the depths of the heart, you find that someone has unintentionally filled it? Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain action."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback, listening to Li Zijun's voice tinged with sadness. Her tone was gentle, yet somehow filled with melancholy. Then Ji Nanjue embraced Li Zijun tightly, pressing her cheek against hers, "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase before, dismissing it as fanciful nonsense. She might have thought that two people who merely glanced at each other before settling on their feelings were only after physical attraction. But now, her heart had gradually affirmed the phrase. Her life's path with Su Bei always seemed to overlap effortlessly. The emotions after surviving hardship together on that return from death's door were naturally profound. Perhaps before that night, his shadow had already imprinted in her heart, only she had never admitted it, her heart sealed off for so long.

"That's also true," Li Zijun forced a smile. It seemed she was misunderstood. The affection she had for Su Bei was not the casual sort she described; it was nearly a century of refinement before she was sure of her feelings.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting cold..." Li Zijun said, gently hugging her arms as she blinked at Ji Nanjue.

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. "Go back then," she said. "Master... Sister will stay here alone for a bit."

Her heart felt somewhat complicated. At the end of the day, she was a woman. Even though she knew there would never be a day when she and Su Bei could be together openly, she couldn't help feeling resentful towards any woman who wanted to take away even a fraction of the warmth meant for her. Moreover, that woman was his disciple... going against both emotion and logic. An odd thought crossed Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, her own master... with herself stuck in the middle? What a complex relationship... Three generations under one roof, so to speak. It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in emotions. But if there were to be a mistake, it all stemmed from that heartbreaker. If he hadn't been romantically involved everywhere, how could there be so many emotional debts out of the blue? He sure had a good time...

Li Zijun extended her hand and waved it in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue recovered from her thoughts, playfully pinched Li Zijun's dainty nose, and smiled, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear my robe for the time being." Her hand gestured towards the white gauze dress on the shore.

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, sighing lightly.