The dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's visage, droplets of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.
After getting wet, the clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicate and exquisite figure like a halved fruit. Her jade arms were lightly bent, revealing her graceful posture.
Her bare hands gently gathered her long hair, soaked by water, behind her head. The flow of water drenched her gown, sketching the perfect curves of her body as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not entirely taken off, adhered to her tender body, faintly revealing the flesh beneath. The ordinarily loose gown didn't reveal much, but now it fully exposed the true form of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she watched her, then, with a playful curve of her mouth, she remarked,
"As expected of teacher and disciple, even in lying you are cast from the same mold..."
