All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 380 - 239 Li Zijun and Su Dudu_2

Chapter 380: Chapter 239 Li Zijun and Su Dudu_2
"Despite being about the same age as me, you truly are the daughter of the Confucian Sage!"
"Unlike me, I can only have sour fruits."
Li Zijun pursed her lips, lightly tapping Duo’er’s little head. Yet in her heart, she smiled wryly.
Do I really understand everything? It’s just that I’ve lived one more lifetime and understand all this better.
Just like this time, her intuition told her it was definitely not just about Hua Province. The King of An Nan, who had been waiting so eagerly for so long, must have had deeper reasons.
And the Eastern Emperor...
If I remember correctly, she has returned... but I’m not entirely sure. After all, everything now has deviated somewhat from what I experienced before.
Thinking of this, the image of a man with a gentle smile appeared in her mind. Their two silhouettes intertwined, dreamlike.
This life, although largely similar to my last, seems to have changed slightly because of my rebirth? Master, where are you now?...
「Dongting Stream.」
Su Bei sighed somewhat forlornly as he watched Miss Nan Ji’s figure disappear into the horizon.
In such a short period, I’ve already experienced so many dreamlike events.
In his hands were her black stockings. They had several snags, and the joins, spun from Ice Worm silk, were torn wide open, still showing a few loose strands—sticky, and somewhat adhesive to the touch.
The image of her blushing face was still in his mind, as was her indignant voice, "You... give this to me! Why keep it? It’s all damaged."
Su Bei, however, said with dead seriousness, "This is my possession; of course, I should keep it as a memento."
Ji Nanjue bit her lip tightly, her phoenix eyes showing an indescribable shyness as she kicked him hard. But then she found his expression grew even more indulgent, as if her kick hadn’t punished him at all—he even clutched her foot, seemingly wanting her to kick him again.
"You..."
She realized she had no way to deal with him and resigned herself to the situation.
That distinguished, tall, and noble image I had of him in my heart is shattering with each successive impact! It’s shattered beyond repair!
She tried to pull her foot away, but Su Bei scolded her sternly, "Don’t move!"
Ji Nanjue’s chest rose and fell, Su Bei’s white shirt fluttering against her.
What ’don’t move’? It’s my foot! You’re the rogue who shouldn’t move!
But when the retort reached her lips, it faltered, and she didn’t contradict him—allowing him to proceed as he wished.
Su Bei gently held her delicate, pearly-white foot. Its arch was slightly curved, and her five dainty, jade-like toes gently unfurled, revealing their tender allure. Untouched by even a hint of rouge, it was exceptionally fair. The only imperfection was that the sole of her foot had some blisters, apparently from the intense friction of their ’battle.’
Watching his earnest expression, a warm current inexplicably rose in her heart. She had never paid attention to such details before. Besides, she could simply use Spiritual Energy to reduce the swelling naturally.
"Does it look ugly?" she asked. "Will there be calluses?"
She hadn’t realized she was showing it, but she already found herself vaguely caring about his opinion.
Su Bei’s lips curled into a gentle smile.
She’s still a woman, after all, and cares about these things.
He paused for a moment, then said with a hint of teasing, "I thought Miss Nan Ji wouldn’t mind."
Instantly, Ji Nanjue flushed with annoyance. Her face reddened beautifully, like the evening glow at dusk. "Let go of me. I won’t let you look anymore."
In the face of his teasing, her usually calm heart thumped loudly. Growing increasingly embarrassed, her lovely lashes fluttered down, veiling her narrow phoenix eyes.
Outside the boat, the wind WHOOSHED, and the water SPLASHED. The sounds were soothing to the spirit.
Su Bei held that dainty foot. An unusual warmth filled his heart as he tenderly caressed it, saying softly, "Be careful, and don’t fight with others."
Spiritual Energy flowed from his palm, and the blisters gradually disappeared. Yet, he found it hard to let go of the exquisite foot in his hands!
Ji Nanjue’s earlier words seemed to have tacitly permitted his actions. As she watched him now, her eyes shimmered with an indefinable emotion.
Then—that indefinable emotion in her eyes grew stronger, gradually turning icy cold as she snapped, "Have you had enough!"
She quickly realized Su Bei’s actions had gone beyond merely treating her wounds. A tingling sensation spread from between her toes, radiating up from the sole of her foot.
Sensing her anger rising, Su Bei flinched and reluctantly let her foot go. Then he simply watched her, making her feel increasingly unnerved, her phoenix eyes shimmering like clear autumn waters.
As the mighty Eastern Emperor, when have I ever been so humiliated? Why was this Supreme Yang Body bestowed on such a shameless man? He’s simply Su Dudu!
She wanted to provoke him, to make him leave quickly, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her sandalwood lips parted slightly, her pearly teeth gently biting them as she endured endless shame and resentment.
Yet he possessed a tenderness she was loath to refuse. Just like now, he was kneeling on the ground, carefully helping her put on her silk stockings, then picking up her embroidered shoes and slipping them onto her feet.