Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Beads of water clung to her bangs, dripping steadily down to her collarbones.
When wet, her clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure appear almost bare. Her fair arms were lightly bent, revealing her enchanting grace.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her garments, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes she had not fully removed clung tightly to her body. They were slightly translucent, revealing her flesh tones. Normally, her loosely worn garments would not reveal anything, but now one could truly take in the beauty of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curved her mouth and, with a playful tone, said,
"No wonder you're mentor and disciple. Even your lying is cut from the same mold..."
"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do. 'Shiniang' sounds strangely old-fashioned."
"..."
