Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead were moist with droplets that dripped and slid down to her collarbones.
Her wet dress clung to her body, outlining her exquisitely delicate form like a half-peeled fruit. Her arms were lightly bent, revealing a captivating grace.
With slender hands, she gently gathered her long, wet hair behind her head. The water soaking through her dress sketched her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes, not fully removed, clung to her tender body, faintly revealing the color of her skin through the semi-transparent fabric. The normally loose dress concealed much, but now it allowed an unobstructed view of her true form.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with a hint of surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she spoke,
"Truly master and disciple, even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
