Dim starlight illuminated Li Zijun's features. Strands of hair clung to her forehead, water droplets tracing paths down to her collarbones.
Her soaked garments clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure. Her jade-like arms bent softly, her graceful allure on full display.
Her slender hands gently gathered her water-soaked tresses behind her head. The water drenched her blouse, outlining her perfect figure as she shyly glanced at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her form, their semi-translucence faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting blouse concealed much, but now, her true form—the real Mount Lu—was visible.
Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she looked at her. Then, she quirked the corner of her mouth, speaking teasingly,
"As expected of master and Disciple. Even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Fine, call me sister if you wish."
"Calling me 'Madam Master' does sound rather old-fashioned."
"..."
