"Lin Xi, I'm still not sure... Ah, wait, there..." Gao Qinghe's breath was weak and alluring, her sweet voice escaping from the front of her throat with airy tones. It was soft like melted sugar, yet laced with obvious pain and shame, each word seeming to squeeze out from deep in her throat, the ending slightly trembling.
"Just relax, don't move yet... Right, ah, no, like this I can't..." The vigorous voice seemed to be holding something back, teeth clenched tightly, the ending faintly shaking. Every movement pressed the softness on Gao Qinghe's chest tighter, the pain making her almost unable to stand.
"Ya! No, that's too sensitive, you can't..." Gao Qinghe's voice carried a sob, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, trying to relieve the squeezing pain. She curled up slightly, trembling from the touch.
"Sigh... Lin Xi, can you hold her hands? I can't do anything like this." The person behind Gao Qinghe brushed the hair from her forehead in frustration, let out a heavy sigh, and looked at Lin Xi.
"Lin Xi, I don't want this anymore... It hurts so much, I can't take it... Wuwu." Gao Qinghe's voice came with tears already forming in her eyes. "Save me, Lin Xi..."
"This does look a bit too much. Is it really necessary?" Lin Xi also looked troubled. Her blonde hair was tied back, a hint of sympathy in her eyes, but she still took Gao Qinghe's hand, her fingers cool and soft. She gripped it firmly, interlocking their fingers. "Just bear it a little longer, Qinghe. If it hurts, hold onto me. It should be over soon."
"Ya—!" With Gao Qinghe's cry, the person behind pulled the chest binder tight. Gao Qinghe felt the softness on her chest being squeezed and deformed, then fiercely pushed apart to both sides, pressing tightly against her collarbone and ribs. The intense pulling sensation made her whole body jolt, the pain almost making her cry.
'Damn—it hurts like hell!'
"I'm seriously done. Lin Xi, where did you find a girl with such big boobs?" The tall woman behind Gao Qinghe wiped the sweat from her forehead, panting heavily, scratching her impossibly short hair. Her makeup remained delicate. Because she had monolids, her eyeliner was thick and long, with highlighter on her cheekbones, making her look even sharper. Her entire aura intimidated Gao Qinghe.
"Yuqi, aren't your clothes supposed to be loose-fitting office wear? Qinghe isn't even fat. Why make it so difficult?" Lin Xi let go of Gao Qinghe's hand, but it seemed a bit numb from the grip, so she quickly shook her hand to restore feeling.
"You know we focus on loose-fitting office wear." The tall woman called Yuqi spoke with a hint of sarcasm. "Lin Xi, have you been out of this industry so long that you forgot? The most important thing about office wear is degendering. Clothes like this just look bulky on big chests."
She glanced at Gao Qinghe, sizing her up.
"What's her name? Gao Qinghe, right? Her face is really beautiful." As she spoke, her hand lifted Gao Qinghe's chin, examining her from all angles. Her fingers were long and strong, the tips slightly red from pulling the binder tight. Her gaze swept from Gao Qinghe's eyebrows, nose bridge, to her lips. Being thoroughly examined made her cheeks flush, but she dared not move.
"Mhm, no flaws. Just looking at the face, she's really great." Yuqi praised repeatedly. "Hey, you should send her to the next studio for a cosmetics ad. Look, you can't see a single pore. Not a spot on her skin. A close-up poster like that wouldn't even need post-production retouching."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not surprised at all." Lin Xi nodded in agreement, her tone a bit perfunctory. "Where would I know anyone in cosmetics ads? Director Zhao, you're too generous. I only worked as a model here as a part-time gig for a week, and you only took me in because we're friends."
"Lin Xi," Zhao Yuqi let go of Gao Qinghe's chin and looked at the nonchalant Lin Xi seriously. "You know me. With me, there's no such thing as 'taking someone in as an exception.'" She walked up to Lin Xi, not glancing at Gao Qinghe again. "Are you really not coming back to modeling? You know, I've said before that your temperament..."
"No, I appreciate the offer." Lin Xi waved her hand dramatically, a hint of forced ease in the gesture. "I tried it, but it didn't suit me. And you already got usable footage." She clapped her hands together twice, as if brushing off dust. "Everyone got what they wanted. A successful collaboration. Isn't this the best ending?"
"Sigh, but Lin Xi, I genuinely think your temperament fits our magazine's style." Zhao Yuqi sighed regretfully, picked a beige silk shirt from the rack, and gestured for Gao Qinghe to put it on, then turned her gaze back to Lin Xi. "And even though you said you had absolutely no training, the number of reject shots is much lower than most aspiring models. I really think with proper training, you could make a career out of this."
"Yuqi, I should say your phrasing is really precise." Lin Xi couldn't help laughing. "I already told you, I don't plan on doing any modeling training. If I kept my half-assed attitude for another month, you'd probably tear me apart. I prefer what I'm doing now, so it's not happening. You treat fashion shoots as a career, but I can't take it as seriously as you do."
"...Since you've put it that way, I definitely can't keep you." Zhao Yuqi seemed to have expected the outcome, her tone calming down.
Gao Qinghe tried to hand the hanger to Zhao Yuqi, but she didn't notice, instead thinking about accessories and shoes. An assistant came over and signaled to Gao Qinghe that she could hang it back herself.
"Put this belt on. Xiao Wu, help her organize it. She's too short, so raise the waistline a bit." Zhao Yuqi turned back to look at Gao Qinghe and frowned. "Then take her to makeup. Is Celina ready? I'll shoot her first."
"How about you get busy, Yuqi? I need to go back to class anyway." Lin Xi took out her phone to check the time.
"Mhm, I'll contact you if anything comes up." Zhao Yuqi paused and added teasingly, "But modeling isn't bad for you, you know. Didn't you meet Xiang Bei through a shoot?"
"That's a different matter entirely." Lin Xi forced a helpless smile. She looked at Gao Qinghe and waved her phone. "Qinghe, contact me if anything comes up. I have a group discussion today, so I'll be back late. Don't wait for me for dinner."
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