Faint stars sprinkled a dim light upon Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the strands of hair above her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
Once wet, her clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves, making her appear as tantalizing as a half-peeled fruit. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful form completely revealed.
Her hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure as she looked somewhat sheepishly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered completely to her body, slightly translucent and revealing the flesh beneath. Usually, her robe was loose-fitting, so not much was noticeable, but now the clinging fabric truly revealed the hidden contours of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips as she said, "No wonder you're master and disciple; you even lie in the same manner..."
