All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 718 - 394_1

Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the hair at her forehead, trickling down towards her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem almost unclothed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, her graceful form fully revealed.

Her fair hand lightly gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her robe, outlining her perfect silhouette. She felt somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

Her partially removed clothes adhered tightly to her soft body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Normally, her loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now it unveiled the true contours of Mount Lu. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise. A playful smile touched her lips as she said teasingly, "Like master, like disciple... even your lies are cut from the same cloth.

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

Li Zijun remained silent.

Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, creating a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up. Her naked form was partly submerged, the water reaching just past her thighs, revealing the upper half of her slender, flat waist, which bore not a shred of excess flesh.

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

This robe had been with Li Zijun throughout their journey, and though it had been worn for a long time, it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly in the water.

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

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

Her small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it cascade down, as she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times, yet you're so sure of your feelings?

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

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

Pausing, as if realizing her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it..."

As she spoke, her eyes were on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun softly pressed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but muttering softly.

Gazing at the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking in a soft, distant voice, "Does one always need a reason to like someone?

"Isn't it that at some point, because of something that deeply touches the innermost part of your heart, a person unknowingly comes to reside there?

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which carried a hint of sadness—it was a gentle tone, yet for some reason, it seemed laden with melancholy.

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

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously sneered at such a notion, dismissing it as nonsensical. The idea that two people could confirm their feelings for each other with just one glance, to her former self, suggested nothing more than a superficial attraction to beauty.

Now, however, her heart had begun to accept the concept. Her life and Su Bei's had unintentionally intertwined time and again. The emotional bond forged after they had faced death together was naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, the shadow of that person had already been imprinted on my heart; it was just that my own long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"I suppose so," Li Zijun said with a wry smile; it seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the casual description she had just given. It had taken nearly a century of shared experiences and growing understanding to truly confirm her heart's desire.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun wrapped her arms around herself and blinked at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back," she added.

"You go on ahead. Sister... I will stay here alone for a while," Ji Nanjue replied, smiling warmly at her, though her heart felt complicated.

Ultimately, I am a woman. Even though I know that Su Bei and I can never make our relationship public, I still feel a sense of aversion towards any woman who wants to take a share of his affection away from me.

Moreover, this woman is his disciple... From any standpoint, whether emotional or ethical, it feels utterly improper.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple... my own master... and myself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, is that it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame must be assigned, the root cause of it all lay with that philandering man. If he hadn't spread his affections so liberally, how could he have possibly accrued so many romantic debts?

He's the one who got to enjoy himself...ŸŸŸ

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to reality, playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose, and chuckled, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this one of mine for now."

She pointed towards the white gauze dress on the bank.

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

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

Watching Li Zijun's receding figure, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.