Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face, with droplets of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to the hollow of her collarbone.
Wet, the fabric clung to her body, making her delicate figure appear tantalizingly revealed, her jade arms lightly bent, her graceful posture fully displayed.
With gentle hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water trailed down her robe, outlining the perfect contours of her body, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat bashfully.
The partially removed clothes adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. The usually loose robe concealed much, but now, it seemed Mount Lu's true form was visible.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then pursed her lips with amusement and spoke, "No wonder you're teacher and student; even your lies are cut from the same mold..."
"Fine, call me sister if you wish. 'Teacher's wife' actually sounds quite old-fashioned."
"..."
