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The young man stood by with a grin, watching Lin Zhao Cheng's blissful expression, nearly melting into the chair. Unable to resist, he reached out and patted his shoulder, teasingly saying, “Mr. Lin, don’t fall asleep on us now! We haven’t even bought it yet. What if you press something and don’t want to get up?”
Lin Zhao Cheng, who had been lost in ultimate relaxation, snapped back to reality at the pat. A satisfied smile lingered on his lips from the earlier indulgence as he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to stand up. “Alright, alright, I’m almost—” he said while pushing against the armrest to lift himself from the Massage Chair.
However, he couldn’t get up.
His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to exert more force, but it felt as if the chair’s cushion had sucked him in; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move.
“...Huh?”
He attempted to shift his shoulders and realized that the curvature of the chair’s back was tightly conforming to his body, like a precision-designed restraint that prevented him from exerting any effort. His waist was snugly wrapped by the massage airbags on either side, making even the slightest movement difficult. The air pressure bags around his legs remained firmly pressed against him, showing no signs of loosening, as if they were some sort of sturdy lock binding him to the chair.
“What’s going on?”
A sudden alarm surged within him as he began to feel something was off. He took a deep breath and tried again to lift himself up; however, the sinking arc of the cushion made it impossible to find a point of leverage, causing him to sink deeper into its embrace as if the chair were swallowing him whole.
“Hey? Why is it so hard to get up?” Lin Zhao Cheng frowned and muttered under his breath while attempting to reach down and free himself from the leg airbags, but they remained steadfast against his calves with no sign of relaxing.
The young man watched him struggle and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Mr. Lin, are you too small? Did you fall in and can’t get out?”
Though Lin Zhao Cheng felt a twinge of annoyance inside, he forced himself to suppress the inexplicable unease and convinced himself that it was just due to the chair's strong enveloping nature combined with his earlier relaxation that made standing up so difficult.
It had to be that way, right?
But… why did this chair give off such an unsettling feeling of being “captured”?
Furrowing his brow again, Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He slowly raised his hand toward the button on the right side of the Massage Chair, letting his fingertips brush against the cold plastic before decisively pressing it down—
“Vroom—”
With a faint electronic sound, the entire Massage Chair ceased its operation. The airbags that had been enveloping him slowly deflated, the rollers stopped moving, and the warmth of the heat therapy gradually faded away; for a moment, it felt as if the whole world had fallen silent.
Finally, he could move again.
Lin Zhao Cheng leaned against the armrest, slightly adjusting his body weight. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up with effort and finally crawled out of the Massage Chair. The moment his feet touched the ground and his body left the chair, an overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over him—like something important had been taken away.
This feeling came swiftly and fiercely, as if he had just awakened from a warm dream, with the coldness of reality ruthlessly surrounding him. His body still retained the comfort from the massage, but that invisible sense of loss made him inexplicably restless, as if he had just experienced a bliss that he should not have possessed, yet was forced to leave behind.
“What’s going on?”
Lin Zhao Cheng paused for a moment, unsure where this inexplicable feeling of loss was coming from. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, and instinctively reached for his wallet.
At that moment, he hardly thought at all.
His fingers slid into the inner pocket of his wallet, skillfully pulling out several thousand-dollar bills. Without counting, he simply extracted six red notes—six thousand yuan.
“Don’t bother looking for change.” His tone was calm, even somewhat indifferent, as he said this to the young man, casually handing over the bills.
The action felt remarkably natural, like a pre-written script for a transaction; he merely followed the instructions without hesitation or negotiation, not even asking a single question. His rational mind told him he should think it over or at least inquire about warranty and delivery details, but his body made the decision without any argument—he wanted that Massage Chair.
He didn’t understand what was happening to him or where this almost impulsive spending behavior was coming from; all he knew was that he could not let this chair disappear from his life.
The young man accepted the cash Lin Zhao Cheng handed over, deftly counting it with his fingers, rubbing the edges of the bills with his fingertips, producing a faint rustling sound. His movements were precise and fluid, as if he had performed this transaction countless times before. Once he confirmed the amount was correct, he smiled broadly.
“Mr. Lin, you’re quite straightforward; this is an easy deal.” The young man said cheerfully as he stuffed the money into his overalls pocket. He clapped his hands and stretched lazily. “Alright then, I’ll go grab a cart to help you move this chair to your car.”
Lin Zhao Cheng nodded slightly without saying much more. He just wanted to wrap this up quickly, take the Massage Chair home, and enjoy sitting in it once again.
The young man hummed a tune as he turned on his heel and walked away briskly into the cluttered warehouse area, disappearing among piles of discarded items. The space fell silent once more, leaving Lin Zhao Cheng alone with the Massage Chair.
Lin Zhao Cheng instinctively took a deep breath, expecting his mood to calm down a bit. In reality—his heart was even more restless than before.
His gaze returned to the still-standing Massage Chair, the black leather cushion still exuding a warm sheen, as if it retained the lingering sensation of having enveloped him moments ago. It sat there quietly, without any movement, yet it seemed to possess an invisible force that was drawing him in.
"Maybe I should sit again."
This thought suddenly emerged in his mind, without warning.
Lin Zhao Cheng froze for a moment, standing there in a daze. Just a while ago, he had exerted so much effort to pull himself out of that chair, but now...
Now he wanted to sit back down?
He didn’t understand what was happening to him. He should step back, he should quickly turn around, he should wait for the young man to come back and move the chair to the car... But his body leaned slightly forward, his feet almost itching to move.
It seemed he couldn't stay away from that chair for long.
He could still vividly remember every inch of the massage rollers gliding over him, every warm pressure from the air cushions. His shoulders still faintly relished that sense of release, and his waist retained the lightness from the Deep Tissue Massage earlier. His body craved—
To experience it once more.
Lin Zhao Cheng pressed his lips together, his fingers curling slightly, beads of sweat forming at his temples.
He tried to suppress this impulse, but... could he really do it?
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