Faint starlight dimly illuminated Li Zijun's face, with water droplets clinging to the hair on her forehead before they trickled down to her collarbones. The wet cloth clung to her body, making her delicate, shapely figure seem half-exposed, her jade-like arm curving softly, displaying her graceful posture. Her bare hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head. The water further drenched her robe, outlining a perfect silhouette, as she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue. Her clothes, which she had not fully taken off, clung to her body, partially revealing the flesh below. Usually, her loose-fitting robes obscured much, but now they revealed the true contours of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue gazed at her with evident surprise and then curled her lips with a playful tone, saying, "True to master and disciple, even the art of lying is carved from the same mold... Oh well, if you want to call me 'sister,' then do so. 'Master's wife' indeed sounds quite old-fashioned."
