Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down towards her collarbones.
Soaked through, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely curvaceous form. She looked like a half-peeled fruit, her jade-like arms bent lightly, her captivating allure on full display.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water seeping through her silk robe outlined her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat shyly.
The clothes she hadn't completely removed clung tightly to her delicate body, so sheer they faintly revealed the color of her skin beneath. Normally, her rather loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now, her true form was revealed like the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue observed her with evident surprise, then curled her lips, a playful tone in her voice as she said, "Worthy of being teacher and Disciple, even in lying you two are cut from the same cloth..."
