There was no need to turn his head; the bed, the cup, the pillow... all of it was under his "consciousness's" perception and "touch". Even... Instinctively, Shen Hao exerted a little effort and lifted his own pillow. Then, he watched rather blankly as the pillow slowly floated in front of him. Apart from himself, the naked eye couldn't see the "invisible hand". "Holy shit!" Shen Hao exclaimed subconsciously, his eyes wide.