Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face, her bangs wet with droplets that slid down to her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her, revealing her exquisite and well-proportioned figure as if she were half-bare. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her captivating allure fully on display.
With a gentle sweep of her hand, she gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked her layered dress, outlining her perfect figure, and somewhat embarrassed, she glanced at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, stuck to her body, revealing a blush of skin beneath the translucence. Her normally loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now it revealed the true contours of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Master and disciple, truly cast from the same mold... even down to your lies..." she remarked. "Well, never mind. If you want to call me Sister, go ahead. 'Shiniang' does sound rather old-fashioned, doesn't it?"
