Faint starlight dusted Li Zijun's visage. Strands of hair on her forehead clung with droplets, which slid down to her clavicles, drop by drop.
After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely shaped figure appear as if semi-nude. Her jade arm bent lightly, her graceful posture fully revealed.
She gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head with her bare hands. Her waterlogged dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat shyly.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, becoming slightly translucent and revealing the color of her skin. Her usual loose-fitting dress hid much, but now one could finally glimpse Mount Lu's true countenance.
