The faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead, damp with water droplets, trickled down to the hollow between her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her delicate figure seem partially revealed. Her jade arms were lightly bent, her exquisite poise on full display.
Her fair hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her garments, outlining her perfect silhouette. She glanced at Ji Nanjue with a hint of bashfulness.
The clothes, not yet completely removed, clung to her body, turning slightly translucent and revealing hints of her skin. Her usually loose-fitting garments concealed much, but now they revealed the true shape of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with visible surprise, then curled the corner of her mouth and said playfully, "Indeed, like master, like disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same cloth."
