All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 578 578: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Six_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face, with droplets of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to the hollow of her collarbone.
Wet, the fabric clung to her body, making her delicate figure appear tantalizingly revealed, her jade arms lightly bent, her graceful posture fully displayed.
With gentle hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water trailed down her robe, outlining the perfect contours of her body, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat bashfully.
The partially removed clothes adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. The usually loose robe concealed much, but now, it seemed Mount Lu's true form was visible.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then pursed her lips with amusement and spoke, "No wonder you're teacher and student; even your lies are cut from the same mold..."
"Fine, call me sister if you wish. 'Teacher's wife' actually sounds quite old-fashioned."
"..."
Her jade legs, submerged beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, causing a few droplets to scatter.
Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up, not a thread on her. The water barely covered her thighs, exposing half of her slender, flat waist, which bore not an ounce of excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes. You can't possibly bathe in them, can you?"
This one robe had been with Li Zijun on the road for who knows how long, although it bore no stains.
Li Zijun shyly removed her dress, placing it on the shore, then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself as best she could.
Ji Nanjue didn't mock her, instead sitting down beside her.
The air felt heavy; the period before rain was always particularly tense.
Her small hands played with the water, letting the pool's surface ripple as she suddenly spoke, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you that certain of your feelings?"
"It's normal for someone your age to have an ideal in their heart, but your words and actions don't make you seem like an impulsive person."
"I'm quite curious. Could you share what's on your mind?"
After a pause, sensing that her question was a bit tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say..."
Throughout, her eyes rested on Li Zijun.
"My thoughts?"
Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, murmuring softly.
Staring at the somewhat murky waters of the pool and after pondering for a moment, she spoke in a melancholic tone, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that stirs the depths of the heart, one unconsciously harbors a person within?"
"Perhaps it's just one glance, just one gesture."
Ji Nanjue stilled for a moment. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with a hint of sorrow; it was a tender tone, yet somehow, Ji Nanjue sensed much vexation within it.
Then Ji Nanjue embraced her tightly, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's, "Love at first sight?"
Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nonsense. She would have believed that confirming one's feelings after a single glance meant only an obsession with physical beauty.
But now, her heart had gradually come to accept this phrase.
Her own life path with Su Bei had inadvertently merged. After their return from the brink of death, the bond forged from enduring hardship together was naturally profound.
Perhaps even before that night, she had already imprinted his shadow in her heart, but her long-sealed emotions had never admitted it.
"Well, that's one way to put it."
Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seemed she had misunderstood me.
Her feelings for Su Bei, how could they be so lightly described as she had just done? Only after nearly a hundred years of getting to know him had she confirmed her heart's desire.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a bit cold..."
She hugged her arms, blinking at Ji Nanjue.
"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said. "Teacher... Sister will stay here alone for a while."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. Her heart felt complicated.
Ultimately, she was a woman. Although she knew she and Su Bei could never be openly together, she still felt repelled by any woman who sought a share of his affection.
Besides, this woman was his Disciple... Morally and emotionally, it all felt quite improper.
An odd thought crossed Ji Nanjue's mind—his Disciple, my Master... and myself caught in between?
What a complicated relationship... three generations under one roof, it seemed.
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 was that flirtatious scoundrel. If he hadn't played the field, how could so many emotional debts have arisen?
—He's the one who enjoyed it all...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue came back to her senses, gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose with a chuckle, and said, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear my dress for now."
"..."
Her hand then pointed towards the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
Rustling softly, she donned the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing back, sighing softly.