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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 hadn’t intended 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 rising 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 cushion thick, making it appear to be an exceptionally comfortable chair. Despite its stillness, it possessed a silent allure, as if it had its own magnetic field 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, but found that his thoughts were somewhat muddled.
"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 attraction of its own?
Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, feeling his heart racing unusually fast. His rational mind told him that something felt off, but his body conveyed a strong desire—
To sit down.
Every muscle in him was urging him toward that chair; his waist, his back, his shoulders—every stiff part of him craved that familiar sensation of relaxation. He gazed at the 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 texture was warm, as if someone had just sat there, still retaining a faint trace of body heat…
He suddenly retracted his hand, his heartbeat quickening slightly, and his brows furrowing even tighter.
What is this feeling…?
Lin Zhao Cheng's body seemed no longer under his control. His steps moved backward almost instinctively, his hips slowly sinking as he prepared to sit in the irresistible Massage Chair. His waist bent slightly, and his knees began to bend. Although a trace of doubt lingered in his mind, the urge to relax had already surpassed the constraints 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, and he shuddered, his heart racing!
He almost reflexively turned around, stumbling slightly as he suddenly became much more alert. When his gaze met the face of the newcomer, he found a young man standing before him.
The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, with messy short hair and slightly tanned 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 rising and falling noticeably as he clearly hadn’t recovered from the shock moments ago. He frowned, feeling that his earlier actions were quite inexplicable; he had almost sat down without even checking the chair!
“Uh, yes, that’s me.” His voice was lower now, a hint of embarrassment and anger bubbling up inside him as he felt like an idiot who had been hypnotized. The young man had interrupted him just in time, making him suddenly aware of his unusual behavior.
However, the young man seemed completely oblivious to 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 that well-used oily rag from his pocket and wiped down the armrests 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 movements, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth revealing his lingering wariness. He found the boy a bit odd, not because of any strange behavior, but rather due to his sudden appearance… it was just too timely.
Where did he come from? When Lin entered just moments ago, there hadn’t been a single person in sight. He had called out several times without receiving a response, and now this guy appeared out of nowhere, casually starting to wipe down the chair as if he hadn’t noticed the earlier situation at all.
Lin unconsciously slipped his hand into his coat pocket, feeling a vague sense of unease. However, he didn’t speak immediately; he simply watched the young man clean the Massage Chair, waiting for his next move.
The young man kept his head down while wiping the Massage Chair, casually remarking, “This chair has been here for over a year, and no one wants it.” His tone carried a hint of helplessness as the cloth glided back and forth over the leather, removing a layer of light dust to reveal the deep black surface accented with dark red trim. The color remained rich, showing little sign of wear.
“To be honest, I find it strange too,” he continued, his hands still busy. “The chair is in decent condition; there’s nothing major wrong with it. It has all the functions it should have and feels pretty comfortable when you use it, but no one wants to buy it.”
After a while, he paused and let out a soft sigh, his tone tinged with regret. “It’s been sitting here for more than a year. Many people have inquired about it, but very few actually came to see it. And those who did… well, they never ended up buying.” He chuckled lightly and patted the back of the chair as if comforting this long-neglected Massage Chair. “Ah, finally someone who might appreciate you.”
Listening to these words made Lin feel inexplicably uncomfortable, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
He pressed his lips together and murmured an acknowledgment before adding, “Wrap it up quickly; I want to give it a try.”
He wasn’t oblivious to the implication behind the young man’s words—this chair was in good condition with no significant issues 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 problems before deciding whether or not to purchase it.
The young man shrugged and smiled. “Alright, just a moment.” He resumed wiping down the armrests as if giving the Massage Chair its final touch-up in preparation for its new owner.
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