Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of her hair, wet with droplets, slipped down to her collarbone. The wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicate and curvaceous figure, making it seem almost as if she were half-exposed. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, revealing her graceful poise.
With a gentle motion, she gathered her long, water-saturated hair behind her head. The water drenched her robes, sketching out the perfect contour of her body. She glanced at Ji Nanjue somewhat sheepishly.
Her clothing, not yet fully removed, clung to her tender body, slightly translucent and revealing her skin tone. What was normally concealed by her rather loose robes now revealed its true splendor, like seeing Mount Lu in its full glory.
Ji Nanjue watched her with clear surprise, then curled the corner of her mouth, speaking playfully, "True to master and disciple, even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
