Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the bangs on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, her exquisite and well-proportioned figure tantalizingly revealed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, her captivating grace fully revealed.
Her delicate hands gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She glanced at Ji Nanjue, feeling a little embarrassed.
The dress, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the tone of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but only now could one truly see its "Mount Lu's true face."
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise. Then, she curled the corners of her lips and said teasingly, "No wonder you're master and Disciple; even your lies are cut from the same mold."
