Faint starlight shone upon Li Zijun's face, strands of hair on her forehead damp with droplets, trickling down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure as conspicuous as if she were half-bare, her jade-like arm gently curved, revealing her exquisite posture.
Her fair hands gently gathered the soaked hair behind her head as the water seeped through her robes, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes she hadn't completely taken off clung to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin through their semi-translucent material. The usually loose-fitting robes hid much, but now her true form, like the famed beauty of Mount Lu, was revealed.
