Faint starlight cast a dim glow on Li Zijun's face. Strands of her hair, damp from the water, clung to her forehead, droplets trickling down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem almost nude. Her slender, jade-like arms bent gently, displaying an enchanting grace.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water, having drenched her clothes, outlined her perfect figure as she looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung entirely to her delicate body, faintly translucent and revealing her skin tone. While her normally loose-fitting dress hid much, now her true figure was as clear to see as Mount Lu revealing its true face.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,
"Indeed, like master, like disciple. Even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
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