Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones. Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem almost unclothed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, revealing an enchanting grace. Her fair hands lightly gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her ruqun, outlining her perfect silhouette as she looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment. The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, faintly revealing the tone of her skin. Her usually loose-fitting ruqun concealed her figure well; only now could its true contours be discerned.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her lips curled playfully as she said, "Like master, like disciple... even your lies are cut from the same cloth."
