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The young man finished wiping the last armrest and casually stuffed the greasy cloth into his pocket. He then took a step back and gestured invitingly to Lin Zhao Cheng, smiling as he said, "Alright, you can give it a try now."
Lin Zhao Cheng sat down almost without hesitation, feeling an urgency he couldn't quite explain. This was not like him at all. Perhaps everything here was so strange that he wanted to wrap things up quickly, or maybe his body had truly reached its limit and desperately needed to relax. He didn’t want to think anymore; he just wanted to sit down and experience the long-awaited relief.
The armrest felt cool against his skin, and the cushion was soft. The chair enveloped his body, with his waist and back pressed firmly against the thick seat. Lin Zhao Cheng let out a long breath, feeling his body relax in that moment.
The young man watched him with an amused expression, hands on his hips, teasingly saying, "Oh, Mr. Lin, judging by your eagerness, I take it you’ve never sat in a massage chair before? You’re in quite a rush!"
Lin Zhao Cheng shot him a glance but didn’t respond. Instead, he reached out to explore the buttons, preparing to give it a try.
Seeing this, the young man chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, don’t rush. This chair is really simple to operate; let me show you." He pointed with one finger to the side of the chair. "This is the Power Button; press it to turn it on."
"Here is the Mode Selection; you can choose Deep Tissue Massage, Soothing Mode, or target specific areas."
"And this is the Strength Adjustment; there are three levels: the first is the lightest and the third is the deepest, suitable for particularly stiff muscles..."
As he spoke, the young man skillfully pressed several buttons on the panel while Lin Zhao Cheng listened quietly. However, he hardly absorbed any of the information because at that moment, all his attention was on this massage chair—the texture, the enveloping sensation, and that wonderful feeling of fitting perfectly.
This chair... seemed really quite nice.
He took a deep breath and reached out to press the start button.
As soon as he pressed it, the massage chair emitted a gentle hum, followed by a rich and steady force pushing up from his back.
Lin Zhao Cheng's body sank into the chair cushion in an instant. He almost instinctively closed his eyes and couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan: "Oh——" It was comfortable, really too comfortable. A warm current climbed up his spine, and the rollers inside the chair back were like a pair of living hands, pressing his muscles slowly and steadily with just the right amount of force, not light or overly stimulating, but the kind of comfort that made one want to melt into the chair cushion. It actually found the spot where he was most stiff perfectly! The air pressure bags on his shoulders, neck, waist, and even calves began to slowly inflate and squeeze, as if someone was holding his legs firmly with both hands, allowing his muscles to relax little by little. This feeling... is incredible! It was as if this Massage Chair fully understood his physical condition, knew where he was most tired, where he was most stiff, where he needed deep pressure, and where he needed gentle kneading. It was like a tailor-made masseur, applying force exactly where he needed it most. "This... this is so cool..." Lin Zhao ChengAn almost intoxicated expression appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and even the corners of his eyes narrowed in relaxation. He felt at this moment like a saved ascetic monk who had finally received the blessing from heaven. All his fatigue was disintegrated and swallowed up in this deep relaxation. The young man stood aside, looking at Lin Zhao Cheng's happy face, and couldn't help laughing: "Oh, Mr. Lin, seeing your expression, I can't bear to sell it myself." Lin Zhao Cheng was too lazy to reply at this moment. He just raised one hand and waved it weakly, signaling the young man to stop making noise and let him enjoy this paradise-like moment. The rollers of the Massage Chair continued to slide, push, knead, and vibrate, each one of which seemed to be eager to fill up his years of accumulated fatigue...
The rollers glided gently, as if someone were skillfully adjusting their palms within the chair's backrest. Lin Zhao Cheng had just leaned back when he felt a warm force radiating from behind, like an invisible hand softly caressing his spine. That familiar and long-awaited sensation of relaxation quickly spread throughout his body.
The first wave of pressure came from his shoulders and neck, the tightest areas on his body. Long hours spent in the office, hunched over documents, had left those muscles as rigid as steel. The rollers inside the massage chair seemed to possess an incredible precision, accurately locating the most sore points as they glided over every inch of his back. As the rollers pressed steadily, Lin Zhao Cheng felt a heavy weight bearing down, releasing the accumulated fatigue in his shoulders and neck, loosening the tight muscles like knots being untied.
He couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan: "Oh... this feels so damn good..."
Next, the rollers slowly descended, concentrating their force on his back and lumbar vertebrae. This was the area that troubled Lin Zhao Cheng the most, often aching due to prolonged sitting and exhaustion. As the massage chair's rollers entered the groove of his lower back, he could distinctly feel a deep pressure pushing against him, as if someone were expertly pinching the deepest knots in his muscles with their thumbs, slowly applying force to release the aches and stiffness hidden within his bones.
"Ah... right there, yes, just like that..." he murmured almost to himself, sinking deeply into the cushion as his back melded with the warm and powerful pressure. The rollers in the massage chair seemed to understand his needs perfectly, adjusting their intensity with impeccable timing, as if they could read his body entirely. Each press hit precisely at the pain points, making him instinctively want to sink even further into the cushion.
As the massage continued, air bags in the chair began to activate, gently wrapping around his calves and thighs. A rush of air filled and compressed them before slowly releasing, like hands softly kneading his legs to ease their fatigue. The soreness in his legs gradually dissipated under the pressure of the air bags, enveloping him in a layer of warm waves, floating in a tranquil space free from pain.
"This is just too comfortable..." Lin Zhao Cheng closed his eyes, a look of almost blissful ecstasy crossing his face. He felt his blood circulating, sensed those suppressed aches slowly fading away, and experienced a complete internal realignment.
When the rollers applied deep pressure to his lower back, the massage chair began to release its heating function. A warm current flowed along his back and waist, gradually warming up the cold hardness buried deep within his muscles. The combination of heat and pressure was flawless; it felt as if someone were soothing away years of accumulated fatigue and pain with warm hands. Under this comforting pressure, Lin Zhao Cheng's muscles gradually softened; his breathing became deeper and steadier as he let go of all burdens, leaving only a serene blankness.
"I’ve never experienced such an amazing massage in my life..." he thought to himself with quiet amazement, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Each push was precise beyond measure; every knead was irresistible. This chair was like a savior for his weary body, gradually taking away all that fatigue and soreness that usually left him gasping for breath.
In this way, he seemed to sink into a warm haze, completely relaxed and immersed in that wonderful sensation of comfort—reborn anew.
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