Faint starlight shone upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the locks of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure as if she were only half-dressed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, her graceful beauty fully apparent.
Her fair hand gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water had drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure, making her somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, adhered entirely to her supple body. They were slightly transparent, revealing the color of her skin beneath. Usually, her rather loose dress concealed much, but now, her true form was revealed, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her lips curled. With a teasing tone, she said, "Indeed, like master, like Disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth."
