Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were damp with droplets that trickled down to her collarbones.
After being soaked, her clothing clung to her body, outlining her delicate and exquisite figure like a halved fruit. Her jade arms gently curved, revealing enchanting poses.
Her bare hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water had soaked her gown, sketching the perfect contour of her body, and she looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue.
The garments still partly on her body completely adhered to her curves, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. The usual loose robes hid her figure well, but now they truly revealed Mount Lu's true features.
Ji Nanjue was obviously surprised as she looked at her, and then curved her lips, teasingly remarking, "True to a master-disciple pair, even lying is done with the same mold..."
"Forget it, call me sister if you wish; 'Master's wife' sounds strangely old-fashioned."
"..."
