The dim specks of starlight landed on Li Zijun's face, and the strands of hair on her forehead were dotted with water droplets that slid down to her collarbone.
After getting drenched, the fabric clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure, making it seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms bent slightly, displaying her enchanting pose.
Her fair hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair behind her head. The water also drenched her silk gown, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat bashfully.
The clothes she had not completely taken off adhered fully to her delicate body, slightly translucent and revealing the flesh beneath. The normally loose gown had hidden much, but now the true form of Mount Lu was revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise, then a corner of her mouth curled as she spoke teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
