Faint starlight dimly shone 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 tightly to her body, revealing her exquisite and delicate figure, almost as if she were bare. Her arms were slightly bent, her graceful form fully revealed.
With tender hands, she gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked through her gown, outlining her perfect silhouette, and she bashfully looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes that had not been fully removed hugged her body, slightly revealing the flesh beneath. Her usually loose-fitting gown concealed much, but now her true figure was unveiled.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smirk touched her lips. "Just like master and disciple," she said, "even your lies are cut from the same mold..."
"Alright, call me Sister if you wish. Calling me 'Master's Wife' does sound rather old-fashioned."
"..."
