Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of her hair, soaked with droplets from the forehead, slid down to the hollow of her collarbone. Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and exquisite figure, which resembled a perfectly ripe fruit. Her jade-like arms bent lightly, displaying her graceful posture.
With her slender hands, she gently gathered her long, water-drenched hair behind her head. The water soaking her ruqun outlined her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung tightly to her tender body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usual loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now, her true "Mount Lu" was visible.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold...
