Zhou Xiaotiao seems addicted.
That "alright" photo seemed like a shot of adrenaline for him, the remaining bit of critique in his gaze completely transformed into a fiery desire.
But what amused Li Younan was, it was clear that this desire wasn't for photography skills, but for the perfectly captured, radiant version of himself in the picture.
Zhou Xiaotiao sneered: "200 it is! But you need to take another set for me... a complete set of photos!"
"Here, dolphin dive!"
"Kick off the wall!"
"Precision leap into a front flip landing!"
"Give me something fierce, hanging suspension against the wall!"
Commands came one after another, along with an undeniable excitement.
He no longer mentioned capturing essence, but every move was packed with all his strength, muscles bulging, eyes sharp as if trying to weld every ounce of power and style into Li Younan's camera sensor.
