Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.
The undulating mounds of her chest allowed glimpses of the faint crimson beneath…
The wet garment clung to her body, revealing her delicate figure like a half-unveiled fruit, her slender arms gently bending, displaying her graceful posture.
Her bare hands gently gathered her long, water-drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her light dress, sketching the perfect outline of her body, and she looked at Ji Nanjue with a trace of shyness.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, hugged her body closely, hinting at the flesh beneath. The normally loose dress concealed much, but now it revealed Mount Lu's true nature.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with evident surprise, then, with a playful twist to her lips, she spoke,
"True to a master-disciple bond, even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
