Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's countenance. Strands of hair on her forehead, dotted with water droplets, slid down to her collarbone. After becoming wet, they clung to her body, making her shapely figure seem half-exposed, her jade arms gently curved, revealing all her exquisite grace.
With slender hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water-soaked dress outlined her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat sheepishly at Ji Nanjue.
The garments that had not been completely removed now clung tightly to her tender body, revealing a hint of flesh through their semi-transparency. The usually loose-fitting dress had hidden much, but now the true shape of Mount Lu was revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then curled her lips and spoke playfully, "True to being master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Mistress' sounds rather old-fashioned."
"..."
