Flecks of dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face, the strands of hair at her forehead clinging with droplets that slid down to her collarbones.
After getting wet, her clothes clung to her body, her exquisite, well-proportioned figure revealed as if half-bare. Her jade-like arms bent gently, every movement a display of grace.
Her fair hand gently gathered the water-soaked hair behind her head; the water soaked her gown, outlining the perfect shape of her body, and she looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat embarrassedly.
The clothing that she hadn't fully removed now stuck to her delicate body, slightly translucent, revealing the flesh beneath. The usually loose-fitting gown had concealed everything, but now its true form was laid bare for all to see.
Ji Nanjue watched her with clear surprise, before curling the corners of her lips. With an amused tone, she said,
"True to being teacher and disciple, even the lies you tell are cast from the same mold..."
