Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Her hairline was dotted with droplets that trickled down to her collarbone.
The wet fabric clung to her body, accentuating her exquisite and delicate figure, making her seem like a half-peeled fruit. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, revealing her graceful form in its entirety.
With her fair hands, she gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water, having drenched her robe, sculpted a perfect silhouette as she shyly glanced at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her tender body, faintly revealing the tone of her skin beneath. The usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now, her true figure was revealed, as if unveiling the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise, then a playful smile touched the corner of her lips as she spoke,
"You and your master are truly cut from the same cloth... even when it comes to lying."
