Faint starlight glittered across Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
The damp clothes clung to her body, highlighting the delicate curves of her lithe figure. Her arms were slightly bent, her graceful charm fully revealed.
She gently gathered her water-soaked hair at the back of her head. The water, having drenched her dress, outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her form, faintly translucent and revealing a hint of her skin. The usually loose-fitting dress, which normally concealed her figure, now revealed its true contours, unseen before.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she spoke teasingly, "It figures you're master and disciple; even your lies are cast in the same mold."
