Faint starlight shone upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Her soaked robe clung to her body, making her exquisitely delicate form as visible as if she were semi-nude. Her jade-like arm was lightly bent, her charming grace fully revealed.
With her fair hand, she gently gathered her waterlogged hair behind her head. The water saturated her robe, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she had not fully removed now clung to her tender body, faintly revealing her skin beneath. Normally, her rather loose robe concealed much, but now the true face of Mount Lu was revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with a clearly surprised gaze, then curled her lips and spoke teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Forget it, call me sister if you want. 'Madam' does sound a bit old."
"..."
