All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 566 - Three Hundred and Thirty_1

Chapter 566: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty_1
Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun’s face; beads of water clung to the strands of hair at her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones. The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves, making her seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her captivating grace fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched dress clung to her, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat embarrassedly.
The clothes she had not fully removed adhered to her soft body, slightly translucent, revealing the flesh beneath. The usually loose-fitting dress hid much, but now, her true figure was fully revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with a distinctly surprised look, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said, "It’s no wonder you and your master are so alike, even in the way you lie..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. ’Mistress’ does sound oddly old-fashioned."
"..."
Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, scattering a few droplets. Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she stood up, stark naked. The water reached just above the tops of her thighs, exposing her slender, flat waist, devoid of any excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes. You can’t very well bathe dressed, can you?" Ji Nanjue said.
On their journey, this dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placing it on the bank before promptly sitting down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn’t laugh at her and sat down beside her.
The air was heavy; the time before rain always felt especially restless.
Ji Nanjue’s small hands gently scooped up the water, allowing it to sprinkle down. Then, she suddenly asked, "You’ve only seen him a few times. Are you so sure of your feelings?"
"It’s normal for someone your age to admire someone, but from your actions and demeanor, you don’t seem like an impulsive person."
"I’m curious. Can you share what’s on your mind?"
Pausing for a moment, realizing her question was indeed a bit tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it..."
While speaking, her eyes were on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pressed her lips together, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmured softly.
Staring at the somewhat murky water, she pondered for a moment, then spoke faintly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"
"Isn’t it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, someone unknowingly finds a place in your affections?"
"Maybe it was just a glance, just a gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun’s voice, which sounded somewhat melancholy. Though her tone was gentle, for some reason, Ji Nanjue sensed a great deal of distress in it.
Then she pulled Li Zijun into a tight hug, her cheek pressed against Li Zijun’s.
"Love at first sight?"
Perhaps before, I would have scoffed at this notion,
Ji Nanjue thought.
Dismissing it as mere nonsense. The idea that two people could determine their feelings for each other with just one look? That could only be a longing for the other’s beauty. Yet now, my heart has gradually come to accept this idea. My life trajectory and Su Bei’s always seem to inadvertently align. That time we returned from the brink of death, the emotions we felt, having gone through such adversity together, were naturally profound. Maybe even before that night, my heart had already been imprinted with his image, but having sealed my feelings for so long, I had never admitted it.
"That’s also a possibility," Li Zijun said with a wry smile.
It seems she misunderstood me. My affection for Su Bei... was it really as casual as I just described? It took nearly a hundred years of tempering for me to be sure of my feelings.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting a little cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms around herself, blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.
"Let’s go back."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. "You go back. Sister... will stay here alone for a while."
Her heart felt somewhat complicated,
Ji Nanjue thought.
In the end, I’m a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never make our relationship public, I still feel repulsed by any woman who wants to take a share of his tenderness from me. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... It’s shockingly improper, both emotionally and morally. A somewhat odd thought has surfaced in my mind: his disciple, her master... with me in between? What a complex relationship... three generations under one roof, is it? It’s all Su Dudu’s fault. There’s no right or wrong in feelings, but if I had to point to a mistake, the root cause is that philandering turnip. If he hadn’t been such a flirt, how could he have caused so much emotional debt? —He’s the one who got to enjoy himself...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue’s face. When Ji Nanjue came back to her senses, she gently pinched Li Zijun’s delicate nose and said with a smile, "You’ve worn that dress for too long. If you don’t mind, you can wear my dress for the time being."
"..."
Her hand then pointed towards the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked her eyes and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a soft RUSTLE, she slipped into the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun’s retreating figure and sighed softly.