Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead, beaded with water, dripped down to the hollow of her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely curved figure appear almost nude, her jade arms slightly bent, her alluring form fully revealed.
Her pale hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her outfit, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, a little embarrassed.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung tightly to her delicate body, subtly revealing the flesh beneath. Her normally loose-fitting outfit usually concealed much, but now the truth of Mount Lu—her actual figure—was fully apparent.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her mouth curled up as she said teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
