All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 747: _1

Faint starlight dusted Li Zijun's visage. Strands of hair on her forehead clung with droplets, which slid down to her clavicles, drop by drop.

After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely shaped figure appear as if semi-nude. Her jade arm bent lightly, her graceful posture fully revealed.

She gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head with her bare hands. Her waterlogged dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat shyly.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, becoming slightly translucent and revealing the color of her skin. Her usual loose-fitting dress hid much, but now one could finally glimpse Mount Lu's true countenance.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Like master, like disciple," she teased. "Even your lies are cast from the same mold... Forget it. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then go ahead. The term 'Shifu's wife' sounds so old-fashioned anyway."

Li Zijun was silent.

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, kicking up a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she propped herself up and stood completely bare. The water reached just past the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender, flat waist, which had not an ounce of excess fat.

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

This single dress had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placed it on the bank, and then immediately sank into the pool, submerging herself completely.

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

The air was a bit stifling. The period before rain always felt particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it sprinkle down. Suddenly, she spoke, "You've only seen him a few times. How can you be so sure of your feelings?"

"At this 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 tell me what you're thinking?"

Ji Nanjue paused, feeling her question was indeed a bit pointed. Then she added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."

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

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pressed her thin lips together. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Gazing into the somewhat murky water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before saying softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that stirs a deep emotional response, that person unknowingly comes to reside in your heart...?

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

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Li Zijun's voice, though gentle, sounded somber, and Ji Nanjue could somehow sense a deep frustration within it.

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

Perhaps previously, I would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nonsense. If two people could determine their feelings for each other with but a glance, there could only be one reason: lusting after the other's physical beauty. Now, however, my heart has gradually come to accept the term. My own life path and Su Bei's always seemed to converge inadvertently. That time we returned from the brink of death, the bond forged from surviving such hardship together was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his shadow was already imprinted on my heart; it was just that my own long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"That might be true for some," Li Zijun said with a wry smile. It seems she's misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as I just described? It took nearly a century of us getting to know each other for me to be sure of my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms, blinking as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back," Li Zijun suggested.

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

Ultimately, I am a woman. Although I know Su Bei and I will never have a day where our relationship is public, I still feel a sense of repulsion towards any woman who tries to take a share of his tenderness. And this woman is his disciple... Emotionally and rationally, it feels like a significant transgression. A rather strange thought surfaced in my mind: his disciple, my Shizun... and me caught in the middle? What a complicated set of connections... 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 someone must be blamed, the root cause is that fickle man. If he hadn't been such a philanderer, sowing wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? —He certainly enjoyed himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and said with a laugh, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of Sister's for now."

She then pointed towards a white gauze dress on the bank.

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

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

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