Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.
Soaked, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and shapely figure. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, all her graceful charms on display.
Her fair hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head as the water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect silhouette. She looked somewhat embarrassed at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothing, not yet fully removed, adhered tightly to her soft body, faintly exposing the color of her flesh underneath. Usually, her loose robe concealed much, but now her Mount Lu's true face was revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise. Then, she curled the corner of her mouth and spoke with playful interest, "Truly master and disciple, even their lies are carved from the same mold..."
She paused, then added, "Well, if you want to call me 'Sister,' go ahead. 'Madam' sounds so old-fashioned anyway."
