Faint starlight danced upon Li Zijun's visage. Beads of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicate and well-proportioned figure, making her appear almost nude. Her jade arms bent lightly, her enchanting pose fully revealed.
With her bare hands, she gently gathered her water-drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her robe, sketching out the perfect contours of her body as she glanced somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed now clung to her tender body, faintly revealing flesh tones. Her usually loose robe had not revealed much, but now, it was as if the true appearance of Mount Lu was finally unveiled.
Ji Nanjue seemed slightly surprised as she watched her. Then, she curled the corner of her mouth and spoke teasingly, "It's no wonder teacher and disciple are cut from the same cloth, even when it comes to lying...
