Matthew nodded repeatedly.
He tried to gently stroke the silver hand with his fingertips.
During this process.
Where the fingertips touched, the originally incomparably hard surface of the arm suddenly rippled in all directions like liquid.
"Uh, Matthew, it's a little itchy..."
Lumiere whispered, embarrassed.
Beside him, Bobo revealed a serious expression.
"Is it itchy at this level?
" It seems that the sensitivity is too high. This won't do. A little pepper powder might cause your nerves to go numb for a short period of time."
As she spoke.
She pulled out a small stool from somewhere and made Lumiere sit down.
Bobo took out a toolbox and began to use the tools inside to hammer Lumiere's arm.
"Is it itchy?"
"Hahahaha!"
"Is it still itchy now?"
"Uh, did you touch me?"
"What about now?"
"I don't feel anything…"
