The faint starlight scattered on Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, falling drip by drip to the hollow of her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure almost as visible as if she were unclothed. Her jade arms bent gently, revealing an enchanting posture.
With delicate hands, she gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes she hadn't completely removed clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the tone of her skin. Her usually loose robes concealed much, but now, her true form—like the famed Mount Lu—was visible.
