Faint starlight cast its dim glow upon Li Zijun's face, beads of moisture on the strands of hair at her forehead dripping down to her collarbone.
Wet with water, her clothing clung to her, her shapely, delicate body revealed as though half-bare; her jade arms gently bent, showcasing her graceful poise.
Her fair hands gently gathered her sodden hair behind her head, the water soaking her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She glanced over at Ji Nanjue, a touch of embarrassment in her eyes.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her body, the fabric somewhat translucent, revealing the flesh beneath. The usually loose-fitting dress had concealed much, but now it revealed the true contours of her figure, like Mount Lu's unveiled secrets.
Ji Nanjue was visibly surprised as she looked at her, then she smirked, saying playfully, "You truly are master and disciple; even the way you lie is carved from the same mold..."
