Faint starlight landed on Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were damp with droplets, which slid down towards her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and shapely figure as if she were half-bare. Her jade-like arms were lightly curved, fully displaying her charming grace.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water had drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't completely taken off clung to her delicate body, faintly translucent, revealing the hue of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress didn't reveal much, but now, it was as if Mount Lu's true face was uncovered.
