Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage. Drops of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down between her collarbones. The wet garment clung to her, outlining her exquisite figure, making her appear almost half-bare. Her fair arm was softly bent, displaying her charming allure.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure as she looked at Ji Nanjue with a hint of embarrassment.
The dress, not yet fully removed, clung to her body, revealing a faint blush of skin beneath. The usually loose-fitting dress didn't reveal much, but now, her true figure was finally on display.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "It's no wonder you're mentor and disciple; even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Never mind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then go ahead. 'Mistress' sounds so terribly old-fashioned."
