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The young man stood by, grinning as he watched Lin Zhao Cheng, who was so blissfully lost in the massage chair that he seemed about to melt into it. Unable to resist, he reached out and patted Lin's shoulder, teasingly saying, "Mr. Lin, don't fall asleep on us now! We haven't even bought it yet. What if you press the button and don’t want to leave?"
Lin Zhao Cheng, originally immersed 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 and took a deep breath, preparing to rise. "Alright, alright, I think I'm about ready..." he said while pushing against the armrest, trying to lift himself from the massage chair.
However, he found himself unable to stand up.
His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to exert more force, but it felt as if the chair's cushion had absorbed him completely; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.
"...Huh?"
He attempted to shift his shoulder but discovered that the curve of the chair's back was tightly conforming to his body, like a meticulously designed restraint that rendered him powerless. His waist was snugly wrapped by the massage airbags on either side, making even the slightest movement difficult. The pressure bags around his legs remained firmly pressed against him with no signs of loosening, as if they were a sturdy lock binding him to the chair.
"What’s going on?"
A sense of alarm began to rise within him as he took another deep breath and tried once more to lift himself up. Yet, the sinking curve of the cushion made it impossible for him to find a point of leverage; instead, he felt himself sinking deeper into the chair as if it 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 free his legs from the airbags. But they remained steadfastly attached to his calves without any sign of relaxing.
The young man watched Lin struggle and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Mr. Lin, are you too small for this? Did you fall in and can't get out?"
Although Lin felt a bit annoyed inside, he forced himself to suppress the inexplicable unease and tried to convince himself that it was just because the massage chair was too enveloping and that he had relaxed too much earlier, which made standing up so difficult.
It must be that way, right?
But… why did this chair give off such a feeling of being "caught"?
Furrowing his brow again, Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He slowly raised his hand towards the button on the right side of the massage chair and pressed it without hesitation when his fingertips touched the cold plastic.
"Vroom—"
With a faint electronic sound echoing, the entire massage chair ceased its operation. The airbags that had been enveloping him slowly deflated, the rollers stopped moving, and the warmth from the heat therapy gradually dissipated. In that 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 center of gravity. 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 vital 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 mercilessly surrounding him. His body still retained the comfort from the massage, yet that intangible sense of loss made him inexplicably anxious, as if he had just experienced a bliss that he should not have had, only to be forced to leave it 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-yuan bills. Without counting, he simply drew out six red notes—six thousand yuan.
“Don’t bother looking for change.” His tone was calm, even a bit 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 bargaining, not even asking a single question. His rational mind told him to think it over or at least inquire about warranty and delivery details, but his body made the decision without argument—he wanted that Massage Chair.
He didn’t understand what was happening to him or where this almost impulsive spending behavior came from; he only knew 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 while rubbing the edges of the bills, 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 deal is easy to make.” The young man said cheerfully as he stuffed the money into his suspenders pocket. He clapped his hands and stretched lazily. “Alright then, I’ll go grab a cart to help you load this chair onto your vehicle.”
Lin Zhao Cheng nodded slightly without saying much more. All he wanted was to wrap up this matter quickly, take the Massage Chair home, and enjoy sitting in it once more.
The young man hummed a tune as he turned on his heel and briskly walked away into the cluttered warehouse area, disappearing among piles of discarded items. The space fell silent again, leaving Lin Zhao Cheng alone with the Massage Chair.
Instinctively, Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, expecting his mood to calm down a bit. In reality—his heart felt even more restless than before.
His gaze returned to the still-standing Massage Chair, the black Leather cushion still emanating a warm sheen, as if it retained the lingering embrace that had enveloped him moments ago. It sat there quietly, without any movement, yet it seemed to possess an invisible force that drew him in.
"Just one more time," he thought suddenly, the idea surfacing in his mind without warning.
Lin Zhao Cheng froze for a moment, standing there in a daze. Just a moment ago, he had exerted so much effort to pull himself away from that chair, yet now...
Now he wanted to sit back down?
He didn’t understand what was happening to him. He should have stepped back, should have quickly turned around, should have waited for the young man to come back and load the chair into 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 recalled that sense of release, and his lower back retained the lightness from the Deep Tissue Massage. 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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