Faint starlight dimly illuminated Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to rest between her collarbones.
Wet, her clothing clung to her figure, outlining her delicate curves like a half-bitten fruit, her arms gracefully bent, revealing her enticing posture.
Her bare hand gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head, the water soaking her robes, sketching out her perfect form, as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. The usually loose-fitting robes, now wet, finally revealed the true shape of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her, somewhat surprised, then curved the corners of her mouth with a playful tone,
"It's no wonder you're mentor and disciple; even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, then do so. Calling me 'Mentor's Wife' actually sounds rather old-fashioned."
"..."
