Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to her bangs and dripping down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure as if she were only half-clothed. Her jade-like arms bent slightly, her charming posture fully displayed.
Her bare hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her ruqun, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung completely to her soft body, revealing a hint of flesh through their semi-transparency. The usually loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now her true, exquisite figure was finally revealed, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with a clearly surprised gaze, then curled her lips, teasingly saying,
"No wonder you're master and disciple; even in lying, you're cut from the same cloth."
