Dim starlight touched Li Zijun's visage. Strands of hair on her forehead were dotted with water droplets, each trickling down to her collarbones.
Her wet robe clung to her body, outlining her exquisite, well-proportioned curves as if she were semi-nude. Her slender arms were bent gracefully, her captivating beauty fully revealed.
With a delicate hand, she gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water-soaked fabric of her robe sketched out her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue with some shyness.
Her clothing, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, the wet fabric slightly translucent, revealing her skin. Usually, her loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now the true contours of her form were visible.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said with amusement, "No wonder you're teacher and student; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
