Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Beads of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, slipping drop by drop to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, accentuating her delicate, well-proportioned figure, making her appear almost half-naked. Her jade-like arm was gently curved, revealing her exquisite charm.
With a delicate hand, she gently gathered her damp hair behind her head. The water had soaked her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes she had not fully removed clung completely to her delicate body, translucent enough to reveal the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now it revealed her true form, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she looked at Li Zijun. Then, she curled the corner of her mouth and said playfully, "It seems master and disciple are cut from the same cloth... even in lying."
