Faint starlight dotted Li Zijun's face, and droplets of water clung to the tendrils of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
The wet garment clung to her body, making her exquisite figure almost seem bare. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, displaying her graceful figure.
Her gentle hands gathered the soaked strands of hair behind her head. The waterlogged gown traced the contours of her perfect figure, leaving her a little embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't entirely removed clung to her soft body, faintly translucent against her skin. Her usually loose-fitting gown had concealed much, but now, one could finally glimpse her true form.
Ji Nanjue looked at her, visibly astonished. Then, she curled her lips, her voice teasing as she said:
"You and your mentor are cast from the same mold, even when it comes to lying..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned."
