Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of her hair, damp with water droplets, fell and slipped down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisitely curvy figure, making it seem almost as if she were bare. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, her graceful poise fully revealed.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The waterlogged robe sketched the perfect contours of her body, and she looked somewhat embarrassed as she glanced at Ji Nanjue.
The clothes she hadn't fully removed clung to her form, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now they revealed the true splendor of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue was clearly a bit surprised as she watched her, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said,
"True to being mentor and disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
