Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the hair on her forehead, gently sliding down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite curves. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful posture fully displayed.
With delicate hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure as she looked shyly at Ji Nanjue.
Her dress, not yet completely removed, clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the hue of her skin beneath. Usually, her loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now her true form was visible, like the unveiling of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said, "It's true what they say about teacher and disciple—carbon copies when it comes to lying..."
"Forget it. If you wish to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Mistress' really does sound rather old-fashioned."
"..."
