Li Nuoyi's pupil dilation might not be 15 degrees, Zhou Wang wasn't entirely sure, but her gaze at this moment indeed carried a sense of innocence.
(Innocent look—see photo)
The slight upward angle she gazed with might have been rehearsed, Zhou Wang wasn't sure, but it certainly conjured some wicked images... especially given the movie-like exclusive style of her outfit.
Zhou Wang was somewhat amazed as he looked down; such a slender waist, yet how did it bear such ample fruit?
An hourglass figure, it matched.
As a professional art appraiser, Zhou Wang could calculate from the slope that the curves were likely natural, with no traces of technology.
So, among all the boasting Ma Zhiyuan did, at least from the initial impression, Zhou Wang could discern that there was not much exaggeration.
Zhou Wang ogled Li Nuoyi freely, from top to bottom and back again, until Li Nuoyi's cheeks turned rosy and she lowered her gaze, at which point Zhou Wang nodded.
"Alright, thank you."
