Watching Pei Yan, who sat in front of him, with his head down and silent for a while, the middle-aged man changed his position and lay down, his thigh passing through Pei Yan's ethereal body. He yawned and asked, "Why aren't you talking?"
"Talk about what? After talking, you'll turn me into an idiot! Forget it, I'll just sit here quietly and wait until I naturally drift somewhere else." Pei Yan said, looking down at the middle-aged man's thigh passing through his body, feeling awkward about it. He jumped off the soft couch and sat nearby.
The middle-aged man turned his body to look at Pei Yan in front of the soft couch and said calmly, "As long as you don't use that annoying tone and way of speaking, I won't do anything to you. After all, you're still useful to me. If I really made you stupid, it would be quite troublesome to deal with."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Pei Yan looked at the middle-aged man and asked suspiciously.
