Imprisoned by Forced Love! The Yandere Disciple Tied My Hands and Told Me to Be Good - Chapter 7

Hearing Mu Chenyuan’s decisive words, the light that had just flickered in Yue Qi’s eyes instantly went dark. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He said nothing more. The atmosphere immediately grew cold and heavy.

Yue Qi didn’t get the answer he wanted, yet he wasn’t angry. He simply looked into Mu Chenyuan’s eyes. “Master, I want to hear you call me ‘Xiao Qi’ (Little Seven) again.”

Mu Chenyuan: ?

Bro, is your Mandarin not quite up to standard? Shouldn’t it be the second tone, “qí”? Is “Qi” a polyphonic character in this world? And you want me to call you that just because you asked? Letting you hug and kiss me was already giving you enough face.

Mu Chenyuan rolled his eyes, about to refuse, when he heard his stomach let out a loud rumble. Immediate embarrassment!

He realized he hadn’t eaten a single thing since he transmigrated. Although the original owner was a high-level cultivator, his spiritual veins were sealed; he was effectively a normal person, and it was only natural to be hungry.

Hearing the gurgling from Mu Chenyuan’s stomach, Yue Qi’s expression froze. He stopped dwelling on the nickname, his face now a mask of apology. “It was my oversight. I forgot Master would be hungry.”

“Wait a moment, Master. I will go prepare some food for you right away.”

Before his voice had even landed, he rushed out the door as if fleeing for his life, even knocking over a wooden carving on the table in his haste. Mu Chenyuan couldn’t help but burst into a laugh. But he had only managed one chuckle before he saw Yue Qi coming back.

He quickly stifled the laugh, Stay serious!!

He forced a blank expression as he watched Yue Qi’s returning figure and said coolly, “What are you back for now?”

“To undo the Soul-Tethering Locks for Master.”

Yue Qi was a man of his word. With just a fleeting touch of his fingertips, all the chains binding Mu Chenyuan shattered. Only then did he turn and leave again.

This time, Mu Chenyuan waited until Yue Qi had been gone for a long while and was certain he wouldn’t return before he stretched his limbs and climbed out of bed.

Ah! The feeling of freedom! Mu Chenyuan finally felt like he had come back to life.

Getting out of bed, Mu Chenyuan noticed a set of neatly folded, snow-white immortal robes on the coral round table nearby. Atop the clothes sat a long magpie-tail crown, engraved with flowing cloud and water patterns encircling a celestial star. Near the base of the crown, a silver lotus was carved in openwork, pierced horizontally by a long hairpin.

One look and he knew this set was expensive especially that “Xianxia-style” headpiece.

Seeing this “bling-bling” Immortal set, Mu Chenyuan finally remembered that he was currently naked. Since he had been stripped bare by Yue Qi last night, he had remained in a state of nature. He had completely forgotten he needed to wear clothes. He hurried over, grabbed the robes, and threw them on haphazardly.

He thought about putting on the crown, but after weighing it in his hand and realizing how heavy it was, he instantly gave up. I’ll just leave my hair down.

He looked around and found a large bronze mirror that showed his entire reflection. Having been here so long, he still didn’t know what the original owner looked like. This was the perfect chance to check.

He walked toward the mirror in his new clothes.

Is this… me?

The moment he saw the man in the snow-white robes, only two words flashed through Mu Chenyuan’s mind stunning beauty!

It was a beauty that didn’t lose to the male lead’s at all. Yue Qi’s beauty was wicked, alluring, and flamboyant, while his own was elegant, quiet, and reserved. Looking closely, Mu Chenyuan realized this face was about eighty percent identical to his original self. The missing twenty percent was likely the dark circles from constant overtime and the sallow complexion from never eating properly.

This was like his own face after a ten-layer beauty filter. And his physique was excellent broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a match for Yue Qi’s. Most importantly the hair quality! The hair volume!

Mu Chenyuan was incredibly envious! Constant overtime had left him nearly bald in his previous life. If he’d had the time for fitness, skincare, and proper sleep, he surely could have looked this celestial.

Because he liked this face so much, even though he didn’t want to wear that heavy crown, he eventually picked it up again. He stood before the mirror and tried to put it on. After fumbling for ages, he realized he had to do an updo first.

He put the crown down and started trying to pile his hair up. But as someone who hadn’t even tied a ponytail since childhood, he couldn’t “updo” his hair any better than he could tie a knot in a rope. Half an hour later, looking at the hilarious “bird’s nest” in the mirror, his eyes narrowed into a pair of disgruntled lines.

The System promptly chimed in with a mockery: Host, I think sometimes a person needs the courage to accept their own flaws.

Just as Mu Chenyuan was about to snap back, the crown in his hand was snatched away by a pair of hands with long, black-painted nails. Before he could turn around, that familiar low, husky voice sounded behind him.

“Master, let me do it.”

Mu Chenyuan reacted instinctively: “Back already?” It felt like less than half an hour.

Yue Qi set down an exquisite porcelain bowl and slid his long fingers through Mu Chenyuan’s dark, silky hair. “I was afraid Master would be hungry from waiting too long, so I boiled a bowl of porridge first to settle your stomach.”

“Master was never very good at tying his own hair; it was always this disciple who helped you.”

Mu Chenyuan couldn’t help but think: Was the original owner really an ‘Immortal Master’ with a track record like this? How can an Immortal not even know how to put on his own crown? What a useless Master! He wondered what the original owner’s daily life was actually like.

While Yue Qi was fiddling with his hair, Mu Chenyuan asked the System: 「What kind of person was the original owner, anyway? Even if your skills are unpolished, give me a basic introduction. Aren’t you afraid I’ll act out of character and trigger an OOC (Out of Character) warning?」

Well… The System hesitated for a long time before finally answering: Actually… he was very similar to you. So Host can just be himself; there’s no need to worry about OOC at all.

Similar to me, my ass! Mu Chenyuan retorted with immediate indignation. Am I the kind of useless person who can’t even tie his own hair? Am I the kind of idiot who would sleep so soundly he wouldn’t even know he was being.

System:

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yue Qi had skillfully finished Mu Chenyuan’s hair. Half was tied up to secure the crown, while the rest was left to flow over his shoulders and down his back. His bangs were carefully parted in the middle, revealing a distinct widow’s peak. The strands at his temples mingled with the loose hair against his chest, perfectly complementing the silver lotus embroidery on his robes. He looked exceptionally ethereal.

After finishing the styling, Yue Qi gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Mu Chenyuan’s forehead, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

“Although Master looks better like this, I still prefer you when you aren’t wearing any clothes.”

Mu Chenyuan felt the words were incredibly awkward. Even the compliments from this guy were backhanded. But because he didn’t respond, Yue Qi grew even bolder. Those jade-white fingers wound a strand of his hair around a finger as he leaned in and sighed into his ear: “To me, many things become boring after looking at them for too long…”

“Only Master the more I look, the more addicted I become.”

Mu Chenyuan should have been immune to such cheesy “greasy” pickup lines. Yet, for some reason, he felt a strange flutter in his chest. Just as he was speechless, Yue Qi’s hand wrapped around his waist from behind.

“In any case, Master’s clothes are a mess. Why don’t you take them off and let me dress you properly?”

“Hey, you”

Before Mu Chenyuan could refuse, his newly donned clothes were stripped clean by Yue Qi’s magic. The falling garments didn’t hit the floor; they landed directly in Yue Qi’s hands.

Yue Qi truly began to dress Mu Chenyuan again, piece by piece. Of course, while dressing him, his hands weren’t exactly “behaving.” Mu Chenyuan was annoyed but couldn’t move, as Yue Qi had placed an Immobilization Spell on him.

He could only stand there like a wooden statue in front of the mirror, letting Yue Qi manipulate him. Throughout the process, Yue Qi didn’t look at his face; his eyes remained fixed on the garments, his movements incredibly meticulous.

Mu Chenyuan, meanwhile, kept his head down, staring at Yue Qi’s face.

Yue Qi was very practiced. Although he was serious, he wasn’t slow. Soon, only the task of tying the belt remained. To tie a beautiful knot, Yue Qi knelt before Mu Chenyuan without a moment’s hesitation. His fingers were nimble, dancing across Mu Chenyuan’s waist. In a flash, an exquisite “Peace Knot” appeared on Mu Chenyuan’s belt.