Faint starlight cascaded upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, slipping drip by drip down to her collarbone. The dampness made her clothes cling to her body, her exquisite figure seeming almost bare, her jade-like arms gently curved, her captivating grace fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered the wet hair at the back of her head. The drenched fabric of her robe outlined her perfect silhouette as she looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue. The clothing, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body. It was semi-transparent in places, revealing hints of flesh. The usually loose-fitting robe had concealed much, but now its true form was unveiled, as if the true face of Mount Lu was only now revealed.
