All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 598 346_1

Faint starlight dimly illuminated Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to rest between her collarbones.
Wet, her clothing clung to her figure, outlining her delicate curves like a half-bitten fruit, her arms gracefully bent, revealing her enticing posture.
Her bare hand gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head, the water soaking her robes, sketching out her perfect form, as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. The usually loose-fitting robes, now wet, finally revealed the true shape of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her, somewhat surprised, then curved the corners of her mouth with a playful tone,
"It's no wonder you're mentor and disciple; even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, then do so. Calling me 'Mentor's Wife' actually sounds rather old-fashioned."
"..."
Beneath the water, her jade legs gently stirred the surface, causing a few ripples to bloom. Then, with a gentle push of her arms, she stood up without a thread on her body, the water barely skimming the tops of her thighs, exposing half her waist, slender and flat without a trace of excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes; you can't bathe in them, can you?"
On this journey, the robes that Li Zijun wore had been with her for who knows how long, although they were free of any dirt.
Li Zijun, feeling somewhat shy, took off her dress and placed it on the shore, then quickly sat down in the pool, concealing herself scrupulously.
Ji Nanjue did not tease her; instead, she sat down beside her.
The air was suffused with a stifling tension; the period before the rain always brought an exceptional sense of restlessness.
Her little hands gently lifted the water, allowing it to fall back down, when she suddenly spoke,
"You've only met him a few times, yet you're so sure of your feelings?"
"It's normal to have a crush at your age, but judging by your behavior, you don't seem like an impulsive person."
"I'm quite curious, could you share your thoughts with me?"
Pausing, 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 fixed on her.
"Thoughts?"
Li Zijun gently pressed her lips together, avoiding Ji Nanjue's gaze, and murmured softly.
Gazing into the somewhat murky pool, she pondered for a moment and spoke somberly,
"Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"
"Is it not at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, that someone unconsciously occupies it?"
"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a gesture."
Ji Nanjue was taken aback, listening to the tinge of sadness in her voice. Though it was soft, she somehow discerned much frustration from it.
She then hugged her tightly, pressing her cheek against hers.
"Love at first sight?"
Before, Ji Nanjue might have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as nothing more than a groundless claim. How could a single glance confirm one's heart? There was only one possibility – lusting after someone's beauty. But now, her heart was gradually coming to accept the term. Her life with Su Bei had a way of inadvertently intertwining; like that time they returned from the brink of death, their feelings for each other, solidified by shared hardship, were incredibly deep. Perhaps even before that night, her heart had already been stamped with his shadow; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.
"That's also true."
Li Zijun gave a bitter smile. It seemed she was misunderstood.
Her feelings for Su Bei, how could they be as lightly and indifferently described as that? It took nearly a century of adjustment before she was sure of her feelings.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold..."
Gently hugging her arms, she blinked her eyes at Ji Nanjue.
"I should head back."
"You go on then. Sh--... Sister will stay here for a bit."
Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her heart tangled with complexity.
In the end, she was a woman, knowing well that she could never openly be with Su Bei. However, she still felt averse to any woman wanting to take a share of the tenderness that belonged to her. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... both morally and emotionally, it was practically unforgivable. An odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind – his disciple, my own mentor... and myself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, is it? It's all Su Dudu's fault. There is no right or wrong in feelings; if anything is to be blamed, it all stems from that philanderer. Without his spreading affections and philandering, how could such debts of the heart arise? —He got to enjoy himself...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue, who snapped back to reality, then pinched her cute little nose, saying with a laugh,
"You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear one of mine for now."
"..."
Her hand then pointed to the white gauze dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.
Rustling softly, she put on the dress and headed toward the Daoist Temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's receding figure, sighing softly.