Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face, while droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, sliding down to the hollow of her collarbones.
Her wet clothing clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem almost nude; her jade-like arms bent gracefully, her captivating form fully revealed.
Her slender hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head as the water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure. She gazed at Ji Nanjue, slightly embarrassed.
The clothes, not yet completely removed, clung to her body, slightly translucent against her skin. The usually loose robes concealed much, but now, they revealed the true beauty of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with apparent surprise, then curled her lips, teasingly saying, "No wonder teacher and disciple share traits; even your lies are carved from the same mold... Fine, call me sister if you like. 'Madam' indeed sounds a bit old-fashioned."
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