All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 572 572: Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Three_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the hair on her forehead, gently sliding down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite curves. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful posture fully displayed.
With delicate hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure as she looked shyly at Ji Nanjue.
Her dress, not yet completely removed, clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the hue of her skin beneath. Usually, her loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now her true form was visible, like the unveiling of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said, "It's true what they say about teacher and disciple—carbon copies when it comes to lying..."
"Forget it. If you wish to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Mistress' really does sound rather old-fashioned."
"..."
Her jade-like legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, splashing up a few drops.
Then, with a gentle push of her jade-like arms, she rose, completely unclothed. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender, flat waist, devoid of any surplus flesh.
"Take off your clothes; you can't very well bathe with them on, can you?"
Throughout their journey, that one dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it remained unstained.
Li Zijun, somewhat shy, slipped off her dress and placed it on the bank before quickly sitting down in the pool, ensuring she was well hidden.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down by her side.
The air was somewhat oppressive; the time just before rain always felt particularly tense.
Ji Nanjue's small hand gently lifted the water, letting it splash down, and then she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times; are you so sure about your feelings?"
"It's normal for someone your age to have a crush, but your words and actions don't make you seem like an impulsive person."
"I'm really curious. Could you share your thoughts with me?"
Pausing for a moment, feeling that her question was somewhat tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's also fine if you don't wish to share..."
As she spoke, her eyes remained on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmured softly.
She gazed at the somewhat murky pool water, pondered for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Does one really need reasons to like someone?"
"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches the heart, one unknowingly comes to carry that person within?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain action."
Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Li Zijun's voice sounded somewhat downcast. Although her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow discerned a deep sense of vexation within it.
Then she hugged Li Zijun tightly, cheek to cheek. "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps previously, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a term, dismissing it as mere fancy. The idea that two people could determine their feelings for each other after just one look usually suggested nothing more than a superficial attraction to physical appearance. Yet now, her heart had gradually come to accept the phrase. Her life's path always seemed to unwittingly intertwine with Su Bei's. That time they returned from death's threshold, the emotions they shared from having weathered such adversity together were naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image had been imprinted in her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never admitted it.
"That's also true," Ji Nanjue murmured, affirming her own thoughts.
Li Zijun smiled bitterly; it seemed she had been misunderstood. My feelings for Su Bei are far from such a simple description. They are the result of nearly a century of shared experiences and understanding, only after which I truly recognized my heart.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly, blinking her eyes at Ji Nanjue.
"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said.
Li Zijun hesitated. "Shif... Sister, you can stay here alone for a little longer if you wish."
Ji Nanjue smiled gently at her, her heart filled with complexity.
Ultimately, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never be openly acknowledged, the idea of another woman wanting a share of his tenderness was still repulsive to her. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... It felt quite outrageous, against both sentiment and reason.
An odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple... my own master... and me caught in the middle? What a complex relationship... Three generations under one roof, is that it? 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 is that fickle playboy. If he hadn't been spreading affection everywhere and dallying with every flower, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? —He sure had his fun...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to herself and playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose, saying with a smile, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear my dress for now."
"..."
She pointed to the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked her eyes and then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.
With a soft RUSTLE of fabric, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure and sighed softly.