Faint starlight danced upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead were wet with droplets, trickling down towards her collarbones.
Her drenched clothes clung to her body, making her delicate, well-proportioned figure seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, every graceful curve revealed.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her soaked long hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure as she glanced at Ji Nanjue somewhat sheepishly.
Her garments, not yet completely removed, clung to her tender body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Usually, her loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now the true beauty of her form, her 'Mount Lu,' was visible.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said teasingly,
"It's no wonder master and disciple are alike, even in lying... you're cut from the same cloth..."
