Flickers of dim starlight touched Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the hair on her forehead, slipping drip by drip down to her collarbones.
After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure like a halved fruit, her jade arms gracefully bent, her charm evident.
Her fair hands gently gathered the water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robes and outlined her perfect figure, a hint of bashfulness in her eyes as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully taken off adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. The usually loose-fitting robes hid her shape well, but now they laid bare the true contours of Mount Lu.
