Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were adorned with droplets of water, which trickled down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely curved figure as if half-exposed, her slender arm gently bent, showcasing her grace.
Her fair hands gently gathered her drenched locks behind her head. The water soaked her robe, outlining the perfect contours of her body, and she looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, subtly hinting at her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe hid much, but now her true form was apparent.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then curled her lips into a playful smile and said,
"Undoubtedly, like teacher, like disciple... Even in lying, you're cast in the same mold."
"Fine, call me sister if you like. 'Teacher's wife,' on the other hand, sounds so old-fashioned."
"..."
