Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair clung to her forehead, carrying water droplets that slid to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite figure. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, a vision of grace.
Her fair hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water made her drenched garment cling, outlining her perfect figure. She shyly glanced at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, the semi-transparent fabric faintly revealing the color of her skin. Her normally loose-fitting robes hid much, but only now was her true figure revealed.
Ji Nanjue appeared somewhat surprised as she looked at Li Zijun. Then, she curled the corners of her mouth and spoke playfully,
"Indeed like master, like disciple, even in lying, you're carved from the same mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Madame' really does sound too old-fashioned."
