Faint starlight touched upon Li Zijun's face, water droplets on her bangs trickling down between her collarbones.
After being drenched, her clothes clung to her body, showcasing her exquisitely shaped, delicate frame as if she were partially revealed. Her arms bent gracefully, her charms fully on display.
Her smooth hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked her dress, outlining her perfect figure, as she looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
The clothing, not completely removed, stuck entirely to her delicate body. It was faintly translucent, revealing hints of her skin. Her ordinarily loose-fitting dress usually obscured much, but now her true form was revealed, like Mount Lu showing its true face.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched the corner of her lips as she said,
"As expected of master and disciple; even your lying is cut from the same cloth..."
