All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 699: , _1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead were moist with droplets that dripped and slid down to her collarbones.

Her wet dress clung to her body, outlining her exquisitely delicate form like a half-peeled fruit. Her arms were lightly bent, revealing a captivating grace.

With slender hands, she gently gathered her long, wet hair behind her head. The water soaking through her dress sketched her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothes, not fully removed, clung to her tender body, faintly revealing the color of her skin through the semi-transparent fabric. The normally loose dress concealed much, but now it allowed an unobstructed view of her true form.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with a hint of surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she spoke,

"Truly master and disciple, even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."

"Fine, call me Sister if you wish. 'Shīniang,' on the other hand, sounds strangely old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade legs, hidden underwater, gently stirred the surface, creating ripples.

Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up naked. The water barely concealed the tops of her thighs, exposing half her waist—slender and smooth, without an ounce of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe while dressed, can you?"

Throughout their journey, this dress Li Zijun wore had been with her for who knows how long, although it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placing it on the shore before promptly sitting back down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

The air carried a heaviness; the period before rain always felt particularly tense.

Her small hands gently scooped up water, letting it trickle down from her fingers. Then she suddenly spoke,

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

"At your age, it's normal to idealize someone, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I'm quite curious. Would you share your thoughts with me?"

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was a bit pointed, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,

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

As she spoke, Ji Nanjue's 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 pool water, she pondered for a moment, then spoke in a subdued voice,

"Does liking someone require reasons?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that touches a deep chord in your heart, you find that someone has unknowingly taken root there?"

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with sorrow; although the tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue could discern much restlessness in it.

Then, Ji Nanjue wrapped her arms tightly around Li Zijun, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's.

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scoffed at the notion. She would have considered it nothing but groundless—the idea of two people deciding their feelings for each other with just a single glance. If such a thing happened, there could only be one explanation: they were merely lusting after each other's beauty.

But now, her heart was gradually coming to recognize the sentiment.

Her life trajectory and Su Bei's always seemed to unintentionally align. After that narrow escape from death, the bond forged between them through shared adversity was undeniably profound.

Maybe even before that night, his image had been etched into her heart; it was just that her own long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"That could be true," Ji Nanjue mused.

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

Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the simple description she had just given. It had taken almost a century of them growing closer to solidify her heart's decision.

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

She wrapped her arms around herself, blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back then."

"You go on ahead," Ji Nanjue said, smiling warmly at her. "Shī... Sister wants to be alone for a while."

Her own feelings were complex.

After all, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei would never have their relationship publicly acknowledged, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who wished to take a share of his affection.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... In terms of both emotion and principle, it felt like a profound transgression.

A rather bizarre thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, her own master... and she herself, caught in the middle?

What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, indeed.

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in emotions. But if someone had to be blamed, the root cause of all these complications was that fickle-hearted lothario. If he hadn't gone around sowing wild oats and leaving a trail of broken hearts, how could he have racked up so many emotional debts?

He certainly had his fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face, pulling Ji Nanjue back to reality. Ji Nanjue playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate little nose and said with a smile,

"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of Sister's for now."

"..."

Her hand pointed to the white gossamer dress on the shore.

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

With a soft rustle, she slipped on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

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