Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the hair at her brow, trickling down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her graceful figure seem almost nude. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, her captivating beauty fully revealed.
She gently swept her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her body, faintly translucent and revealing the skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now its true nature—and hers—was revealed, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with clear surprise, then curled her lips and said playfully, "You're truly master and disciple; even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Fine, call me Sister if you wish. Calling me 'Shifu's wife' sounds so old-fashioned."
Li Zijun fell silent.
