Faint specks of starlight touched Li Zijun's face; the hair at her forehead was damp with water droplets, which trickled down to her collarbones.
The wet clothes clung to her body, making her delicate and well-proportioned figure seem half-exposed. With a slight bend of her jade-like arm, her captivating allure was fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered the water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her tunic, outlining her perfect silhouette, as she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue.
The garments she hadn't fully removed clung perfectly to her delicate body, subtly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting tunic concealed much of her figure, but now, it was as if Mount Lu's true face was revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curled the corner of her mouth, speaking teasingly,
"You and your Master are indeed carved from the same mold when it comes to lying..."
