Faint starlight kissed Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, sliding down to her collarbones, drop by drop. Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing the delicate curves of her lovely form, making her exquisite figure as alluring as ripe fruit, half-revealed. Her jade-like arm was gently bent, her enchanting grace fully displayed.
Her bare hands lightly gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched layers of her dress outlined her perfect figure as she glanced shyly at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not entirely removed, clung perfectly to her soft body, faintly revealing the skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but only now was its true splendor revealed, like Mount Lu showing its true face.
