Faint starlight graced Li Zijun's face, and the droplets from her wet hair fell drip by drip to her collarbones.
After getting wet, the clothes clung to her body, making her exquisitely proportioned figure seem semi-nude. Her jade arms bent gently, her captivating allure fully revealed.
Her delicate hands lightly gathered her drenched hair behind her head as the water soaked through her garment, contouring her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The clothing, not yet fully removed, clung to the outlines of her body, slightly exposing the flesh beneath. The normally loose garment concealed much, but now, it revealed the true sight of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her, clearly surprised, before smirking mischievously and saying, "It's true what they say about a mentor and student lying with the same face carved from the same mold... Forget it, if you want to call me Sister, go ahead. Mistress sounds oddly old-fashioned."
