"Wow, dude! What do you do for a living? You have the perfect figure. I could make standard models by putting you in a plastic mold."
Thanks so much for the appraisal. I’d die in the mold.
Qin Guan put on the white linen shorts and explained to him, "Strictly speaking, I’m a part-time model."
Then he turned around. When he saw Qin Guan's face, the strong man immediately covered his face with both hands. "F*ck! Let me calm down for a second. I’m not gay! I like girls with big boobs. Okay, let's get to work. Fred will make sure even your own mother won’t recognize you."
He took out a box of diluted latex and brushed some on Qin Guan's chest and belly.
When the latex was thick enough, Fred pasted four pieces of artificial skin on Qin Guan's ribs and abdomen. Then his assistant began to apply bad-quality powder and liquid foundation over them.