All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 516 516: Chapter Three Hundred and Five_1

Dim starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead, wet with droplets, trickled down to her collarbones. Her wet clothes clung to her, making her delicate figure seem almost half-naked. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, a picture of grace. Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water saturated her ruqun, outlining her perfect figure. She glanced shyly at Ji Nanjue. Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung closely to her tender body, faintly translucent and showing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now it finally revealed the true sight of Mount Lu. The gentle curves of her body rose and fell, outlining an exquisite shape.
Ji Nanjue was visibly surprised looking at her. A playful smile touched the corner of her lips as she said, "It's no wonder you're master and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
"Forget it. If you wish to call me sister, then so be it. 'Mistress' does sound a bit too old anyway."
Li Zijun remained silent for a moment. Beneath the water, her slender legs gently stirred the surface, sending up a few splashes. Then, with a gentle push of her arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water reached just past the top of her thighs, revealing half of her slender, flat waist, devoid of any excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes. You can't very well bathe in them, can you?" Ji Nanjue said.
This ruqun had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun shyly removed her clothes, placed them on the bank, and then promptly sat down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn't mock her and sat down beside her.
The air was somewhat oppressive; the period before rain always felt exceptionally tense.
Her small hand gently scooped up water, letting it splash down, as she suddenly asked, "You've only seen him a few times. How can you be so sure about your feelings?"
"It's normal for someone your age to have a crush, but your behavior doesn't strike me as that of an impulsive person."
"I'm quite curious. Can you share what's on your mind?"
She paused, feeling her question was indeed a bit tricky. Ji Nanjue then added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to tell..."
While speaking, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.
"Thoughts?"
Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, merely murmuring softly.
Gazing at the somewhat murky water, she pondered for a moment, then uttered faintly, "Does liking someone really require thoughts?"
"Isn't it that at some moment, something touches you so deeply that, before you know it, someone has taken up residence in your heart?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to her voice, tinged with sadness—though gentle in tone—she couldn't help but detect a great deal of restlessness in it.
Then she hugged Li Zijun tightly, her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scoffed at such an idea, dismissing it as foolish talk. Two people confirming their feelings with just a glance? That could only mean they lusted after each other's beauty. Yet now, her heart was gradually coming to accept this notion. Her life and Su Bei's always seemed to intertwine unintentionally. Ever since they had returned from death's door, the emotional bond forged from sharing such a life-and-death trial was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.
"That's true," Li Zijun said with a wry smile. It seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.
Her feelings for Su Bei... how could they be described so lightly? It had taken nearly a century of evolving emotions for her to be sure of her heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. "Go on back then."
"Mistress... Sister, you can stay here alone for a while," Li Zijun replied.
Ji Nanjue watched her go, her heart somewhat conflicted.
After all, she was a woman. Despite knowing she and Su Bei could never publicly acknowledge their relationship, she still felt a natural aversion to any woman who might try to take a share of his affection from her. Moreover, this woman was Su Bei's disciple... Morally and emotionally, the situation felt quite outrageous. A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple, and he was *her own* Master... with herself caught in the middle? What a complex web of relationships... a family spanning three generations, indeed! It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be assigned, the root cause of it all was that philandering Casanova, Su Bei. If he hadn't flirted everywhere, leaving a trail of broken hearts, how could so many emotional debts have possibly been incurred? He, on the other hand, had it easy...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. 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, you can wear my dress for now."
Her hand 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, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.
As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's receding figure, she sighed softly.