Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage. Dew clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down between her collarbones.
After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely formed, seminude figure; her jade arms were slightly bent, her enchanting posture fully revealed.
With delicate hands, she gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water made her soaked robe cling, outlining her perfect figure, and she gave Ji Nanjue an embarrassed glance.
The garments she hadn't fully removed clung tightly to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robes now left nothing to the imagination, unveiling her true beauty as clearly as a view of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smirk touched her lips as she said, "Master and disciple indeed—even your lies are cast from the same mold... Fine, call me Sister if you wish. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned."
