All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 433 - 262: Husband, how many women have you said these words to?_2

But it was all for her own sake.

Ji Nanjue finally tasted the food on her chopsticks, and along with it, of course, Su Bei’s lips.

Setting the chopsticks down, she took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped Su Bei’s mouth before saying, "Perhaps fighting is the fastest way to increase your affinity with the sword."

"If you can’t control Missing Departure, you’ll never be able to use Sword Eleven."

...

Having regarded herself as his woman, she naturally hoped that his strength would improve further. The man who had conquered her should at least be stronger than herself, right?

Ji Nanjue knew his potential and strengths well, and was equally aware of his weaknesses. He needed to go through some experiences to gradually temper his heart, so he would no longer be as indolent as he was now, treating everything with such nonchalance.

This meal actually took a full hour.

Ji Nanjue got up and pulled Su Bei along, then suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "I want to take a bath."

Although they had been traveling, covered in dust for days, and at their level, they could rely on Spiritual Energy to remove dirt from their bodies, the instinct to bathe was still unavoidable—perhaps an innate body response?

In this secluded mountain, what they did not lack were clean pools of water.

Having found a deserted place, Ji Nanjue began to gently remove her clothes. Under the sunlight, her fair skin gradually became exposed. Although she had been intimate with him countless times, she still felt shy under Su Bei’s intense gaze.

The moon-white bellyband gently slid down to her ankles, and she instinctively reached out to cover her chest.

Then, bending at the waist, she slowly took off her underpants with her one free hand.

Her slender legs pressed together, she lightly bit her lower lip and looked up at Su Bei, who was intently watching her.

"Husband... could you, could you turn around..."

Knowing his particular preferences, and with a nervous undertone, she was even more aware that he was admiring her at that moment...

Despite the heat in his gaze, being watched by him in this way, even with undisguised lust, she felt no disgust.

Of course, this was only with him.

As for this realization, Ji Nanjue didn’t quite know what to make of it. She was naturally very happy to be liked by him, but their relationship was destined to remain as it was.

"Well... my eyes can’t see anymore, um..."

Looking at the man in front of her, who didn’t even bother to make up a convincing lie, Ji Nanjue felt somewhat helpless. "What’s so interesting? Is there any part of me you haven’t touched?"

...

Her perfect figure, her breasts proudly pert, her delicate arms lightly hiding them, her entire body was like an exquisite work of art, as if it didn’t belong in this world. Every inch of her was incredibly beautiful, with a natural allure.

Su Bei admitted he could never get enough of looking at her.

Even in the Selfless Realm, his heart still fluttered, a reaction stemming from his instincts.

So he just sat there cross-legged on the shore, watching her gently wiping herself down.

The misty vapor lingered, her hair soaked by the pool water, making her skin look even more translucent and lustrous in this moment.

Su Bei found himself murmuring aloud, "Eyebrows like emerald feathers, skin like white snow, waist like bundled silk, teeth like strung shells."

If the woman from the poem truly exists, she must be just like Nan Ji, he thought.

With her arms resting on the shore, Ji Nanjue looked at Su Bei, her cheeks looking particularly rosy against the reflection of the water, her shyness mixed with affection. "My husband, how many ladies have you said *that* to?"

Su Bei coughed softly and replied seriously, "Naturally, I’ve only said it to Ji Baoer!"

He wasn’t lying; whether it was Dan Wulan or Mo Li, who might have had a fling with him, he was truly only infatuated with her exquisite form.

SWISH—the water rippled pleasantly.

It seemed that Ji Nanjue felt a trace of secret joy in her heart, the kind of joy that, before meeting Su Bei, she would never have dared to dream could touch her soul.

If only I weren’t the Eastern Emperor, how good would that be?

Inexplicably, Ji Nanjue found herself harboring such a thought and was startled by it. The books always said beauty could overthrow states, and at first, Ji Nanjue scoffed at such notions. How many people in the world would really forsake their country for love?

But the sudden thought that just crossed her mind had indeed served as a wake-up call. She could not neglect national affairs for personal feelings, knowing that the time in South Country might be their last indulgence, and it was also the final warning she gave herself.

She took a deep look at Su Bei and murmured in her heart, Perhaps, you are my Consort Su?

A whiff of fragrance drifted by, and during Su Bei’s moment of distraction, Ji Nanjue had already cleaned herself.

Su Bei wrapped his clothes around her, covering her naked, delicate body, which seemed so fair it was as if water could be wrung from it.

"Husband, that girl is about to have her birthday."

"There’s a tradition in their village: on an adult’s birthday, they pick the most beautiful hibiscus flower, symbolizing that the girl has truly grown up..."

...

Ji Nanjue looked at Su Bei, who was wiping her body, and started speaking, blinking her eyes.

Su Bei was surprised. When did she become so gentle?

"Hibiscus flower?"

"Where is it?"

"How do you know?"