The dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead clung with droplets of water, trickling down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure, making her appear almost half-undressed. With a gentle bend of her jade-like arms, her captivating grace was fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her robe, outlining her perfect figure, as she shyly looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her soft skin, faintly revealing its color beneath. Her usual loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now, her true figure was finally revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her, somewhat surprised, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,
"Indeed, like master, like disciple... even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
"Never mind. Call me Sister if you wish. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned, after all."
"..."
