All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 377 - 238 Will You Always Be My Nan Ji?_3

"We also talked about you."

"..."

Ji Nanjue pulled up her stockings, intently fastening the straps.

She didn’t notice Su Bei’s gaze, focusing solely on the sensations within her body. Suddenly, she remembered something. From her storage ring, she took out paper and a pen, becoming deeply absorbed in writing.

Hearing Su Bei’s words, she stopped her actions and looked at him seriously.

That very look made Su Bei instantly smitten.

Some say that when a man concentrates on doing something, the charm that emanates from his very bones is particularly attractive.

It wasn’t until Su Bei saw Ji Nanjue that he realized such equally enchanting women existed in the world. They were not a bit inferior; some even surpassed others, their intellectual beauty flowing through them completely.

If she were to wear frameless glasses, in his own era, she would definitely be a female CEO of a listed company.

"What did you talk about?"

Ji Nanjue crossed her silk-stockinged jade legs, her toes gently touching the ground, curving into a perfect arch.

The tips of her toes pressed against the stockings, revealing the semi-transparent flesh color beneath.

Brushing her hair aside, she too was curious to find out what words would come from Su Bei’s mouth.

But she was unaware that her actions had become increasingly feminine, something she would never have imagined before, even avoiding it at all costs.

Seeing Su Bei just staring blankly at her, a sense of unexplained satisfaction rose in her heart. She must still be attractive to him. She extended her jade hand, waving it in front of Su Bei’s face.

"Come back to your senses."

Su Bei cleared his throat and then looked at her gravely, saying quite naturally,

"I told Brother Ji, ’Since your sister saved me, I have no way to repay her. I figured I could only offer myself in marriage.’"

"..."

Ji Nanjue’s eyebrows rose, and she asked,

"And then?"

Her voice was rich and magnetic, yet very pleasing to the ear—a different kind of charm.

"Then Brother Ji agreed to give you to me."

"..."

Ji Nanjue snorted lightly, rolling her eyes at him.

"Impossible!"

Su Bei immediately retorted,

"You’re not Brother Ji, how would you know it’s impossible? Brother Ji and I are close friends!"

"..."

The speaker might be unintentional, but the listener takes it to heart.

When Su Bei finished speaking, Ji Nanjue’s heart grew chaotic. If he knew they were the same person, would he feel betrayed by her?

And did she truly have feelings for him?

If he wasn’t of the Supreme Yang Body, could she truly have such feelings for him?

Was she using him? Just for his Supreme Yang Body? Just as she used Queen Lin Jinyu’s identity to conceal herself.

The woman beside him suddenly stopped speaking. Su Bei was a little puzzled, his hand gently caressing her...

Ji Nanjue’s hand that held the writing brush trembled. She was about to push him away, but Su Bei’s gentle words suddenly echoed in her ear,

"Will you always be my Nan Ji?"

"..."

This was a probing statement.

If a woman was his, she would always be his.

Su Bei was very possessive; he would never allow anyone else the slightest claim on his women.

Despite knowing there was no emotional foundation between them, as they had met only twice, he wouldn’t let go. He resolved to make her accept him and try to fall for him.

He never thought that this sentence would strike right at Ji Nanjue’s heart. A slow flush spread across her face, breathtakingly beautiful.

Yes, she was his Nan Ji.

She could simply always be his Nan Ji then. The Eastern Emperor was the Eastern Emperor, and Nan Ji was Nan Ji.

—They were two different people.

Deep down, she was very different from people like Dan Wulan and Xiao Ruoching.

Perhaps it was because she was born into royalty that she didn’t have as strong a revulsion toward polygamy; she disliked it but wasn’t deeply opposed to it in her bones.

Therefore, she did not take issue with Su Bei’s remarks; she was aware of the numerous women around him.

Moreover, she had deceived him, so she had no right to demand anything.

The early spring sunshine poured into the small boat, making it pleasantly warm. She wore only a long robe; the black silk stockings underneath were damp with fine sweat, which made her feel a bit chilly.

The large hand Su Bei rested on her did not diminish the tactile sensation between them in the slightest.

Ji Nanjue took a deep breath, pressed down on his large hand, and then turned to look at him.

Her eyes didn’t shy away. She looked straight at him as she parted her lips slightly.

"I am Nan Ji."

"..."

It was a response that left Su Bei somewhat confused.

Was she rejecting him? Or was it a vague acceptance?

Of course, he didn’t know that this was just Ji Nanjue’s attempt to persuade herself deep down.

"The Evil Qi in your body..."

Su Bei didn’t dwell on this issue for too long. He thought for a moment before speaking.

"It’s not a big problem for now, but getting rid of it won’t be easy."

"The Witch Valley Mountain in the South Wind Ancient Country has some clues about Evil Qi."

"..."

After a moment’s hesitation, Su Bei still spoke up.

She knew what he meant, but she had been gone for so long. If she went back to the South Wind Ancient Country...

But the Evil Qi inside her couldn’t be left completely unchecked.

"The Supreme Yin Cold Poison in your body is still unstable. It might erupt completely at any moment..."

It wasn’t that Su Bei’s mind was filled only with these things. During this period, the various women around him represented a kind of oppression of his natural instincts—tantalizing yet untouchable.

If this continued, once he was finally unleashed, he might be completely transformed into this type of perpetually unsatisfied person.