Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face; beads of water clung to the strands of hair at her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones. The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves, making her seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her captivating grace fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched dress clung to her, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat embarrassedly.
The clothes she had not fully removed adhered to her soft body, slightly translucent, revealing the flesh beneath. The usually loose-fitting dress hid much, but now, her true figure was fully revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with a distinctly surprised look, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said, "It's no wonder you and your master are so alike, even in the way you lie..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Mistress' does sound oddly old-fashioned."
"..."
