Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair on her forehead were dotted with water droplets, which trickled down to her collarbones.
Her clothes clung to her body after getting wet, making her exquisite and well-proportioned figure seem like a half-revealed, perfect fruit. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, her captivating grace fully revealed.
Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung entirely to her tender body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting dress concealed much, but now, one could finally see its Mount Lu's true face.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her lips curled up as she said teasingly,
"True to teacher and disciple, even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
