Xiao Yuan's critique was as Li Shi expected.
When he was doing a self-analysis, he had found this top-ranked photo lacking.
After chatting with Xiao Yuan for a while, he casually moved the woman's plump hips onto his own thigh.
With his physique, handling Wu Yuan's weight of over 110 pounds was as easy as lifting a barbell weighing 105 kilograms for five to six minutes before breaking a sweat.
Thighs were also more powerful than arms.
"Here's the thing…"
Li Shi presented the first two-thirds of his shoot plan to her.
Wu Yuan readily agreed, even with a touch of glee: "I'll consider it a birthday gift from you."
Birthday?
Li Shi smiled, then whispered the last third of the plan into her ear: "This is your real birthday gift."
Wu Yuan's lips parted slightly, her big, watery eyes filled with surprise, and she went weak.
After all, she was turning thirty-three.
"Isn't this too... you?" She was somewhat hesitant.
"No."