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Lin Zhao Cheng's gaze was firmly locked onto the Deep Black Massage Chair, and his feet moved forward involuntarily. He did not intend to move, yet it felt as if some invisible force was drawing him in. In this tranquil yet eerie environment, the only clear sensation was the impulse surging from deep within him—
Get closer.
His breathing became shallow; although his mind remained somewhat alert, he found it difficult to stop his feet from advancing step by step. The air grew heavy, as if even the surrounding clutter was quietly watching him, waiting for his decision.
The dim light spilled over the Massage Chair, its leather shimmering with a subtle sheen, exuding a deep and substantial quality. The armrests were rounded, and the seat cushion was thick, presenting itself as an exceptionally comfortable chair. Despite its stillness, it possessed a silent allure, like a magnetic field unique to it, gently calling for a suitable "master."
One step…
Another step…
Then a third step…
When Lin Zhao Cheng came to his senses, he was already standing right in front of the Massage Chair, close enough to almost hear his own breathing. He furrowed his brow slightly and shook his head, trying to clear his mind, only to find that his thoughts felt somewhat hazy.
"What just happened?"
He remembered that he had only wanted to take a look at the chair, yet somehow he had unconsciously positioned himself directly in front of it. Was it his subconscious yearning to try sitting down, or did this Massage Chair possess some strange allure of its own?
Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, feeling his heart race unusually fast. His rational mind told him that something felt off, but his body was overwhelmed by a strong desire—
To sit down.
Every muscle in his body was telling him he needed this chair; his waist, back, and shoulders—every inch of tension craved that familiar sensation of relaxation. He gazed at the seat cushion of the Massage Chair, as if he could already feel its soft touch enveloping him and the soothing Deep Tissue Massage penetrating into his muscles.
He licked his dry lips and reached out a hand to gently touch the armrest of the chair. The sensation was warm, as if someone had just sat there, still retaining a faint trace of body heat…
He suddenly withdrew his hand, his heart racing a little faster, and his brows furrowed even tighter.
What is this feeling…?
Lin Zhao Cheng's body seemed no longer under his control; his steps naturally retreated, his hips slowly sinking down, preparing to sit in the irresistible Massage Chair. His waist bent slightly, knees beginning to fold. Although a trace of doubt lingered in his mind, the urge to relax had long surpassed the control of reason.
At that moment, a hand gently touched his shoulder—
"Hey."
Lin Zhao Cheng felt as if he had been splashed with cold water, instantly shivering, and his heart raced!
He almost reflexively turned around, stumbling slightly, and suddenly felt much more awake. When his gaze met the face of the newcomer, he found a young man standing before him.
The young man appeared to be just over twenty, with messy short hair and slightly dark skin. There were traces of black grease on his cheeks, making him look like he had just crawled out from under a machine. He wore a pair of overalls stained with oil and held a greasy rag in his hand, clearly having just been repairing something.
"You must be Mr. Lin," the young man said with a relaxed smile. "Are you the one looking to buy the Massage Chair?"
Lin Zhao Cheng stared at him, his chest visibly rising and falling as he clearly hadn’t recovered from the earlier shock. He frowned, feeling that his previous actions were rather inexplicable; he had almost sat down without even checking the chair!
"Uh, yes, that's me." His voice was a bit lower, feeling a mix of embarrassment and irritation as he thought of himself as an idiot who had been hypnotized into almost sitting down. This young man had interrupted him just in time to make him realize how strange his behavior had been.
However, the young man seemed completely unaware of Lin Zhao Cheng's displeasure. He simply patted his overalls and gestured toward the Massage Chair with a smile. "No need to rush; let me clean it up first."
With that, he pulled out the well-used rag from his pocket and wiped down the armrest of the Massage Chair. The dust and fingerprints that were nearly invisible on the leather were instantly removed, revealing a deeper black sheen beneath.
Lin Zhao Cheng watched the young man's actions, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth revealing his lingering wariness. He found the guy a bit odd, not because of any strange behavior, but rather due to his sudden appearance… it felt too coincidental.
Where did he come from? When Lin entered just moments ago, there hadn’t been a soul in sight, and despite calling out several times with no response, this guy suddenly appeared, casually starting to wipe down a chair as if he hadn’t noticed the earlier silence at all.
Lin unconsciously slipped his hand into his coat pocket, a vague sense of unease creeping in. However, he didn’t speak immediately; instead, he quietly observed the young man as he continued to clean the Massage Chair, waiting for his next move.
The young man kept his head down while wiping the chair, casually commenting, “This chair has been here for over a year now, and no one wants it.” His tone carried a hint of resignation as the cloth glided over the leather, removing a layer of dust to reveal the Deep Black surface accented with Dark Red Trim. The color remained rich and vibrant, showing little sign of wear.
“Honestly, I find it strange too,” he continued without pausing in his task. “The chair is in decent condition, no major issues. It has all the functions it should have and feels pretty comfortable when you use it, but still, no one wants to buy it.”
After a moment of cleaning, he paused and let out a soft sigh, his tone tinged with regret. “It’s been over a year; many have inquired about it, but only a few actually came to see it. And those who did… well, they never ended up buying.” He chuckled lightly and patted the chair’s backrest as if comforting this long-neglected Massage Chair. “Finally, we’ve got someone who might be interested.”
Listening to these words made Lin feel inexplicably uncomfortable, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
He pressed his lips together and muttered an acknowledgment before adding, “Wrap it up quickly; I want to give it a try.”
He wasn’t oblivious to the implications behind the young man’s words—this chair was in good shape with no significant problems yet had remained unsold. It sounded rather peculiar, didn’t it?
But Lin had no intention of probing further. He just wanted to sit down and test the chair’s functions to see if there were any issues before deciding whether or not to make a purchase.
The young man shrugged and smiled. “Alright, just a moment.” He resumed wiping the armrests back and forth with the cloth as if giving the Massage Chair its final touch-up in preparation for its new owner.
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