The dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate, half-exposed figure. Her graceful arms were lightly bent, her enchanting poise fully visible.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat shy.
The garments that were not completely removed clung tightly to her tender body, faintly revealing her flesh tone. The usually loose-fitting dress would not expose much, but now one could finally glimpse Mount Lu's true appearance.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then the corner of her mouth curled. With playful intent, she said, "It's no wonder teacher and disciple are cut from the same cloth... even when it comes to lying..."
