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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, gestured invitingly towards Lin Zhao Cheng, and smiled, saying, "Alright, you can give it a try now."
Lin Zhao Cheng sat down without a moment's hesitation, feeling an urgency he couldn't quite explain. This was unlike him; he was usually more composed. Perhaps everything around him felt 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 instant.
The young man watched him with an amused expression and chuckled, hands on his hips, teasingly saying, "Wow, 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 smiled and said, "Okay, okay, no need to rush. This chair is really easy to operate; let me show you." He pointed with one finger at the side of the chair. "This here is the Power Button; press it to start."
"This is the Mode Selection; you can choose from Deep Tissue Massage, Soothing Mode, or target specific areas."
"And this is the Strength Adjustment; there are three levels—first is the lightest, and 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 focused on the 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 sank deeply into the cushion of the chair, instinctively closing his eyes as a suppressed groan escaped his lips. "Oh—"
It felt so good, truly too good.
A warm current surged up his spine, and the rollers inside the chair moved like living hands, pressing gently against his muscles. The pressure was just right—not too light and not overly stimulating—but rather a sensation that made him want to melt into the cushion.
It perfectly found his most tense spots!
His shoulders, neck, and even the air bags around his calves began to inflate and compress slowly, as if someone were firmly grasping his legs, coaxing his muscles to relax bit by bit.
This feeling… was simply incredible!
It was as if this Massage Chair completely understood his physical condition, knowing exactly where he felt the most tired, where he was stiffest, where deep pressure was needed, and where gentle kneading would suffice. It acted like a personal massage therapist, applying pressure precisely where he needed it most.
"This… this is just too amazing…"
A look of bliss spread across Lin Zhao Cheng's face, his lips curling into a slight smile, even the corners of his eyes relaxing into a squint. In that moment, he felt like a weary ascetic who had finally received divine grace from heaven; all his fatigue dissolved and was swallowed by this profound relief.
The young man standing nearby watched Lin Zhao Cheng's blissful expression and couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh Mr. Lin, with that face of yours, I wouldn't want to sell this chair either."
At that moment, Lin Zhao Cheng was too lazy to respond. He simply raised a hand weakly to wave it dismissively at the young man, signaling him to be quiet and let him enjoy this heavenly moment.
Meanwhile, the rollers of the Massage Chair continued their rhythmic movements—sliding, pressing, kneading, vibrating—each motion seemed eager to fill him with relief from years of accumulated fatigue…
The rollers glided gently, as if someone were delicately adjusting their hands inside the chair's backrest. Lin Zhao Cheng had barely leaned back when he felt a warm force emanating 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 areas where he held the most tension. 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 spots as they glided over every inch of his back. As the rollers pressed steadily, Lin Zhao Cheng felt a heavy pressure 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, focusing their pressure on his back and lumbar vertebrae. This was Lin Zhao Cheng's most troublesome area, often aching due to prolonged sitting and exhaustion. As the massage chair's rollers entered the hollow of his lower back, he could distinctly feel a deep pushing sensation, as if someone were expertly pinching the deepest knots in his muscles with their thumbs, slowly applying pressure to release the aches and stiffness hidden within.
"Ah... right there, yes, just like that..." he murmured almost to himself, sinking deeply into the chair's cushion, his back aligning perfectly with the warm and forceful pressure. The rollers in the massage chair seemed to understand his needs, adjusting their intensity just right as if they could read his body completely. Each press hit the exact pain points, making him unconsciously want to meld 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 relaxing again, like someone gently squeezing his legs with their palms, alleviating the fatigue there. The soreness in his legs gradually dissipated under the pressure of the air bags, enveloping him in a warm wave that floated him into a realm free of pain.
"This is just too comfortable..." Lin Zhao Cheng closed his eyes, a look of near ecstasy spreading across his face. He felt blood circulating through him, sensed those suppressed aches slowly fading away, and felt as if he had been readjusted from within.
As the rollers applied deep pressure to his lower back, the massage chair began to release its warming heat function. A stream of warmth flowed along his back, 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 his long-accumulated fatigue and pain with warm hands. Lin Zhao Cheng's muscles softened under this comforting pressure; his breathing became steadier, and he felt as if he had completely laid down all burdens, leaving only a blissful emptiness.
"I’ve never experienced such an amazing massage in my life..." he thought to himself with a satisfied smile on his face. Every 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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