Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones. Her wet clothes clung to her, outlining her exquisite figure like a half-revealed fruit. Her jade-like arms bent slightly, every beautiful contour exposed.
Her slender hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water, having drenched her dress, traced the lines of her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling a little embarrassed.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, slightly translucent and revealing a hint of her skin tone. Usually, her loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now, it was as if Mount Lu's true face was revealed.
Ji Nanjue appeared somewhat astonished as she looked at her, then a playful smile touched her lips. "True to being mentor and disciple," she said, "even the way you lie is cut from the same cloth..."
