Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Her bangs were adorned with water droplets that trickled, one by one, down to her collarbone.
Soaked, her clothes clung to her body. Her exquisite figure was tantalizingly visible, like a fruit half-peeled. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful posture fully displayed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched ruqun outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, slightly embarrassed.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her slender form, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now her true form was finally visible.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise. A playful smile touched her lips. "As expected of master and disciple," she said. "Even your lies are cut from the same mold..."
She paused briefly. "Never mind. Call me 'Sister' if you prefer. 'Shiniang' does sound rather old-fashioned."
