The Little Succubus's Hypnosis Manual - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Afraid – “Gege, it… bit me.”

Zhou Qiyue walked quickly, almost dragging Xie Nanxing behind him. Xie Nanxing had to jog just to keep up.

“Gege?” Xie Nanxing panted, asking Zhou Qiyue to slow down. He was out of breath.

His chest swelled with each breath as he clutched at it, gasping for air.

Zhou Qiyue finally stopped and gently patted Xie Nanxing’s back. Seeing his face flushed red from the difficulty breathing, he apologized—something he rarely did. “Sorry, I was walking too fast.”

“It’s okay,” Xie Nanxing managed to catch his breath and immediately gave Zhou Qiyue a sweet smile.

He reached up with his fingers and pinched Zhou Qiyue’s lips upward to force a smile, but Zhou Qiyue’s brows were still furrowed, making even his smile look a bit strained.

If Zhou Qiyue wasn’t happy, then Xie Nanxing couldn’t be happy either.

“They’re… bad. Don’t mind them,” Xie Nanxing raised a finger, his warm fingertip gently brushing over the crease between Zhou Qiyue’s brows, smoothing them out.

“No frowning. Ugly,” Xie Nanxing pouted.

“Dummy,” Zhou Qiyue removed the hand playing on his face. Though his words sounded critical, the gloomy look in his eyes had faded.

He ruffled Xie Nanxing’s hair. “Your hair’s too long.”

Xie Nanxing touched his bangs—they were almost covering his eyes. He twirled a strand around his finger and softly said, “Oh.”

He didn’t say whether he would cut it or not.

In the past, he would just chop it off with a single snip. It would look bad at first, but once it grew out, it was fine.

But he didn’t know if Zhou Qiyue would find him ugly.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to get a haircut,” Zhou Qiyue said.

He brought Xie Nanxing to a salon. The hairstylist was a handsome man with long hair. With scissors in hand, he moved with skill, snipping hair in layers that floated down to the floor.

“Wow.” Xie Nanxing watched like he was watching a magic show.

“President Zhou,” the stylist handed the blow-drying task to an assistant and came over to greet Zhou Qiyue. “Are you here for styling or…?”

“Just a trim for him. Keep it a little shorter,” Zhou Qiyue said, pressing down on Xie Nanxing’s shoulder to bring him forward.

“Alright, come with me, little brother,” the stylist said cheerfully, motioning for Xie Nanxing to follow him to the back room for a wash. But Xie Nanxing froze in place, looking fearfully at Zhou Qiyue.

“Gege…”

“It’s okay. Just follow him and wash your hair. I’ll be right here waiting,” Zhou Qiyue reassured him patiently.

Xie Nanxing reluctantly followed, turning back three times with each step. The stylist had him sit on a massage chair and rest his head against the cold basin.

He pressed the button to activate the massage chair. It began to vibrate, and Xie Nanxing’s legs were lifted up. It felt like invisible hands were grabbing him from beneath, making his whole body tremble in fear.

The stylist gently held his hair and turned on the faucet.

“Ahhhhhh—!” Xie Nanxing let out a shrill, piercing scream, startling the stylist so much he quickly turned off the water.

At the same time, Zhou Qiyue—waiting outside—heard the scream clearly.

He immediately stood and rushed to the back room, hearing Xie Nanxing’s sobbing voice calling out “Gege” as he went.

“What’s going on?” Zhou Qiyue pushed open the door. Xie Nanxing instantly looked up at him like he’d seen a savior.

The stylist stood up, spreading his hands innocently. “President Zhou, I don’t know what happened. Your little brother suddenly screamed.”

“Gege, it… it bit me…” Xie Nanxing whimpered.

His legs were stuck in the massage chair, unable to move, and the parts gripping his body were painfully tight.