Faint starlight dappled Li Zijun's features, water droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Her soaked clothes clung to her, outlining her delicate, well-proportioned figure. Her jade-like arms were gracefully bent, her charm on full display.
She gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water streamed down, moistening her thin robe and outlining her perfect figure as she looked shyly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes that had not been fully removed clung tightly to her body, faintly translucent, revealing her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now its true "Mount Lu" was revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,
"As expected of a master and disciple, even their lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. Calling me 'Mistress' sounds so old-fashioned."
"..."
