Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets clung to the strands of hair at her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite figure like a half-revealed piece of fruit. Her jade-like arms bent lightly, her graceful posture fully displayed.
With her delicate hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her ruqun, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
Her partially removed clothes clung to her delicate body, its translucency revealing a hint of her skin. The usually loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now it revealed the true shape of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then curled her lips into a playful smile and spoke, "True to the mentor-student relationship, even lying is done in the same mold..."
