All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 737 - Three Hundred Ninety-Nine_1

Faint starlight played on Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones. Her soaked clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicately curvaceous figure, making her appear partially revealed. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful charm on full display.

With soft hands, she gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water made her thin garment cling to her, tracing her perfect contours as she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue. The clothes she hadn't fully removed adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin. Her normally loose-fitting garments had concealed much, but now, her true form was finally unveiled, like revealing the true face of Mount Lu. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she looked at her. Then, with a playful curl of her lips, she spoke, "As expected of master and disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same mold."

She continued, "Nevermind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Madam Master' does sound rather old-fashioned, anyway."

Li Zijun remained silent for a moment. Lying beneath the water's surface, her jade-like legs gently stirred the water, creating a few ripples.

Then, Ji Nanjue, propping herself up with her arms, stood. Her unclothed body rose from the water, which barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing a slender, flat waist without a hint of excess flesh.

She looked at Li Zijun and said, "Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe while dressed, can you?"

This dress had accompanied Li Zijun for who knew how long on their journey, though it bore no stains.

Somewhat shyly, Li Zijun removed her clothes and placed them on the bank before immediately sinking into the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

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

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

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently lifted water, letting it sprinkle down. She suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you so sure of your heart?"

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

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

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

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

"Thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly, more to herself, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

Gazing at the somber water, she contemplated for a moment before speaking softly, "Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply stirs one's soul, a person unknowingly finds a place in your heart? Perhaps it's just a glance, just a single gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat melancholic; though gentle, an undertone of deep unease could be heard.

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

Perhaps Ji Nanjue once would have scoffed at this notion, dismissing it as absurd. The idea that two people could confirm their feelings for each other with just one look seemed to suggest nothing more than coveting physical beauty. Yet now, her heart was gradually accepting this idea. Her own life path with Su Bei seemed to intersect effortlessly at unexpected moments. The feelings they shared after surviving near-death experiences together were naturally deep and profound. Perhaps even before that night, Su Bei's shadow had been imprinted in her heart, though her long-sealed emotions had never acknowledged it.

"That's also true," Li Zijun said.

She smiled bitterly. It seems I've been misunderstood. My feelings for Su Bei are far from the casual way I just described them. It took nearly a century of experiences and growing closer for me to confirm what is in my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold," Li Zijun said, hugging her arms around herself and blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

Ji Nanjue replied, "Let's go back then."

"You go on ahead. Sister... I'd like to be alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart somewhat conflicted.

After all, I am a woman. Even though I know the day I can publicly be with Su Bei will never come, I still instinctively resist the idea of another woman wanting to share his affection. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... Morally and emotionally, it's quite improper.

A peculiar thought crossed Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple... and her Master... with me caught in between? What a complicated relationship... Like three generations under one roof, isn't it? It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be assigned, it all stems from that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't been sowing his wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He's the one who got to have all the fun...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face, snapping her back to reality. Ji Nanjue playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a laugh, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this one of mine for now."

Ji Nanjue then pointed towards the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, Li Zijun donned the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's receding figure, she sighed softly.