Faint starlight gently touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of her hair, wet from the water, clung to her forehead, droplets trickling down to her collarbone. The wet fabric clung to her body, making her exquisite, well-proportioned form seem almost nude. Her jade-like arms were gently curved, her every movement one of sublime grace.
Her fair hand lightly gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water, soaking her robes, outlined her perfect figure as she glanced at Ji Nanjue with a touch of embarrassment. The garments, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her exquisite form, becoming somewhat translucent and revealing the color of her skin beneath. Normally, her loose-fitting robes concealed her figure, but now, its true splendor was unveiled, like the famed true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips. "Like master, like disciple," she teased, "even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
