Faint starlight dotted Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, each droplet gliding down to the hollow of her collarbone.
The wet clothes clung to her body, accentuating her delicate and well-proportioned frame, making it appear as alluringly exposed as a half-peeled fruit; her jade-like arms gently bent, revealing her graceful charm.
With her fair hands, she gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her garment, sketching the contours of her perfect figure as she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes that were not fully removed now clung to her body, slightly translucent, showing the flesh beneath. Her usually loose robes did not reveal much, but now, they unveiled Mount Lu's true face.
