Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face, her bangs damp with droplets of water, trickling down to her collarbone.
The wet cloth clung to her body, showcasing her delicate and exquisite figure as if she were half-bare—her jade-like arms lightly bent, revealing her graceful allure.
With her fair hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, contouring her perfect figure, as she glanced shyly at Ji Nanjue.
Her robe, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body, faintly hinting at the flesh beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now her true form was faintly discernible, as if unveiling Mount Lu's true face.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched the corner of her lips. "As expected of master and disciple," she said teasingly, "even your lies are cut from the same cloth."
