Faint starlight graced Li Zijun's visage. Strands of hair at her forehead, dotted with water droplets, trickled down to her collarbones.
The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure as if she were half-bare. Her delicate arms curved lightly, her graceful charm fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaking her robe traced the outline of her perfect form, making her look somewhat embarrassed as she gazed at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the skin beneath. Her normally loose-fitting robe usually concealed her figure, but now, its true contours were as clear as Mount Lu in plain sight.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident astonishment. Then, curling her lips, she said playfully, "True to being master and disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth."
