Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead, wet with droplets, trickled down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite, well-defined figure almost as visible as if she were half-bare. With her jade-like arms gently bent, her captivating allure was fully revealed.
With gentle hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure. She felt somewhat bashful looking at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothes, not yet fully shed, clung to her body, faintly translucent, revealing the color of her skin underneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe hadn't revealed much, but now, the true splendor beneath was evident.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious astonishment, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said, "Sure enough, master and disciple—even your lying is cast from the same mold..."
