Faint starlight cascaded onto Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead were wet with droplets, which slid down to the hollow of her collarbone. Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure as if she were half-naked. Her delicate arm bent gently, her graceful form fully revealed. Her bare hands gathered her soaked hair behind her head, the water drenching her gown and sculpting her perfect curves as she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing her flesh tone. The usually loose-fitting gown concealed much, but now her true contours of Mount Lu were finally revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Indeed, as master and disciple, you're cut from the same cloth when it comes to lying..." she teased. "Forget it. If you wish to call me Sister, then do so. The title 'Shiniang' sounds rather old-fashioned anyway."
