Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face, dewdrops clinging to the hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.
Wet, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisitely graceful figure as if half-unclothed, her jade arms gently bending, her alluring pose fully displayed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The water, having drenched her ruqun, outlined her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her delicate body, slightly translucent in their dampness, revealing glimpses of her skin beneath. What was usually concealed by her ordinarily loose ruqun now revealed its true, stunning beauty, like seeing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
