All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 749: . _1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage. Drops of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down between her collarbones. The wet garment clung to her, outlining her exquisite figure, making her appear almost half-bare. Her fair arm was softly bent, displaying her charming allure.

Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure as she looked at Ji Nanjue with a hint of embarrassment.

The dress, not yet fully removed, clung to her body, revealing a faint blush of skin beneath. The usually loose-fitting dress didn't reveal much, but now, her true figure was finally on display.

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "It's no wonder you're mentor and disciple; even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Never mind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then go ahead. 'Mistress' sounds so terribly old-fashioned."

Submerged beneath the water, Li Zijun's slender legs gently stirred the surface, creating a few splashes. Then, lightly propping herself up with an arm, she stood, completely bare. The water reached just past her upper thighs, revealing a slim, flat waist without a hint of excess flesh.

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

This single dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on their journey, though it bore no stains. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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

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

The air felt heavy, and the time before rain always carried a particular restlessness.

With delicate hands, she gently scooped up some water, letting it sprinkle down, then suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times; how can you be so sure of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to idolize someone, but your behavior doesn't suggest you're an impulsive person."

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

After a pause, feeling her question was somewhat probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright not to say..."

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

...

"Thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured softly. Gazing at the somewhat gloomy waters, she mused for a moment before speaking faintly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it that at some point, because of something that stirs a deep, inner chord, our hearts unconsciously make room for someone...? Maybe it's just a look, just one gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. She heard a tinge of sorrow in Li Zijun's voice. Although her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow detected a wealth of unspoken frustration in her voice.

Then she pulled Li Zijun close, holding her in her arms, cheek against cheek. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this term before, dismissing it as absurd. How could a single glance confirm one's feelings unless it was merely a coveting of the other's beauty? But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the idea. Her life path and Su Bei's had always seemed to converge, almost unintentionally. That time they returned from the brink of death, the experience had forged a profound bond between them, born from shared hardship. Perhaps Su Bei's image had been engraved in her heart even before that fateful night, but the depths of her long-sealed emotions had never acknowledged it.

"That makes sense."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile, realizing Ji Nanjue had misunderstood. Her feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as she had just described? It had taken nearly a century of them navigating their complex bond for her to finally be sure of her own heart.

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

"Let's go back."

"Sister... I'll stay here alone for a while," Ji Nanjue said, smiling warmly at her, her heart a mix of emotions.

Ultimately, she was a woman. She knew she and Su Bei could never make their relationship public. Even so, the thought of another woman drawing away even a fraction of his tenderness was still repulsive to her. What was more, this woman was his disciple... By any measure, emotional or moral, it felt utterly wrong.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own Master... and she was caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... A three-generation household, was it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If anyone was to blame, the root cause was that philanderer. If he hadn't spread his affections so freely, how could he have accumulated so many emotional debts? He's certainly enjoying himself...

Li Zijun extended her hand and waved it in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Snapping back to reality, Ji Nanjue lightly flicked Li Zijun's delicate nose and smiled. "You've worn that dress for far too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now." Her hand then pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then turned to Ji Nanjue with a sweet smile.

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

Watching Li Zijun's departing figure, Ji Nanjue heaved a soft sigh.