Faint starlight landed on Li Zijun's visage, with droplets clinging to the hair on her forehead, dripping gracefully down to her collarbones.
After being drenched, her clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure seem almost bare, her jade arms gently bending, exuding exquisite grace.
Her slender hands gently gathered the wet strands of hair behind her head. Her soaked dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling a little embarrassed.
The clothing she had not fully removed clung entirely to her tender body, faintly revealing a blush of skin. Her normally loose dresses concealed much, but now the true contour of Mount Lu was unveiled.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with apparent surprise and then curled the corner of her mouth, speaking teasingly,
"It's true what they say about teacher and student; even your lies are cut from the same mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me 'sister,' then do so. 'Madam' really does sound a bit too old-fashioned."
