The faint stars cast their dim light upon Li Zijun's visage, beads of water clinging to the hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
The wet clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her delicate and graceful figure like a halved fruit, her slender arms bending lightly, revealing her enchanting posture.
With her fair hands, she gently gathered her wet hair behind her head, the water soaking through her robe and sketching the contours of her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes that had not been fully removed now adhered entirely to her delicate body, faintly revealing flesh tones beneath. Usually, her rather loose-fitting robe would conceal much, but only now was Mount Lu's true face revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curled her lips. "Worthy of master and disciple," she said, her tone teasing, "even your lies are cut from the same mold..."
