Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair, wet with droplets, clung to her forehead, the water trickling down to her collarbones.
Her wet dress clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure. Her jade-like arms were gently curved, her graceful posture fully revealed.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked through her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue.
Her dress, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her lithe form, slightly revealing the flesh beneath. The usually loose dress concealed much, but now, the veil was lifted, revealing Mount Lu's true face.
Ji Nanjue appeared quite surprised as she regarded Li Zijun. Then, she curled her lips into a playful smile and spoke,
"True to the teacher-disciple bond, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Mistress' does sound strangely old-fashioned."
"..."
