Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead, beaded with water, trickled down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite and delicate frame as if she were half-bare. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her charming figure fully displayed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water-soaked fabric of her dress clung to her, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The garments, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her delicate body, becoming slightly translucent and revealing the color of her skin. Normally, her loose-fitting dress concealed her figure, but now, its true contours were visible.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips as she said,
"Truly master and disciple; even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
