Faint starlight shone upon Li Zijun's face, with droplets clinging to the strands of hair at her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.
Wet, the clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and exquisite figure like a half-revealed fruit. Her jade arms gently curved, displaying her gracefulness.
With her fair hand, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The flowing water drenched her garment, outlining her perfect figure, as she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat embarrassedly.
The clothes, not completely taken off, clung wholly to her delicate body, semi-translucently revealing flesh tones. The usually loose garments concealed much, but now they revealed Mount Lu's true colors.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then curled her lips and spoke teasingly, "True to the mentor-disciple relationship, even lying is done in the same mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Mistress' sounds oddly old-fashioned."
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