Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage, beads of water clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure appear semi-nude. Her jade arms gently bent, revealing her enchanting grace.
Her fair hands gently gathered her long hair, soaked by the water, behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat embarrassed at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes that had not been completely taken off adhered to her soft body, faintly translucent, showing a hint of skin. Normally, her somewhat loose dress concealed much, but only now was Mount Lu's true face revealed.
Ji Nanjue evidently watched her with surprise, then curled her lips in a playful manner and spoke:
"It seems the teacher and disciple are cut from the same cloth when it comes to lying..."
"Fine, if you wish to call me sister, then do so. 'Madam' does sound rather old-fashioned."
