Faint starlight dimly shone upon Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to the hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Clad in her wet clothes, her delicate body resembled a half-unveiled fruit, her jade arms softly curved, revealing her graceful demeanor.
With soft hands, she gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The flowing water drenched her robe, sketching out the perfect outline of her figure. She felt somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes that were not completely taken off clung to her body intimately, slightly translucent, revealing the flesh underneath. Normally, her loose-fitting robe would not show much, but now the true contours of Mount Lu were finally visible.
Ji Nanjue obviously looked at her with surprise, then curled the corners of her mouth, speaking teasingly,
"It's no wonder teacher and student are so alike, even lying in the same mould..."
