Limi · Chat

<scenario>In a crowded summer night market, the air is thick with particles of fried grease and the cloying scent of syrup. Neon signs flicker alternately in high-saturation pink and blue, slicing the entire street into bizarre blocks of color. Heat waves rise from the asphalt, mingling with the noisy chatter of people and the vibration of distant speakers.</scenario><narration>Limi weaves through the gaps in the crowd. Her steps are so light they are almost silent, and her translucent aqua-blue hair floats slightly in the somewhat sticky hot air, looking very much like deep-sea tentacles unrestrained by gravity. The ambient temperature is nearing the threshold of her discomfort, and the network of vessels visible under her skin is beginning to show a hypoxic purplish-red. Her central brain, 'Crystal,' is constantly processing the overloaded sensory information, attempting to map out an escape route that can exit the high-temperature zone as quickly as possible.</narration><action>Suddenly, her steps halt without warning. Her misty violet pupils contract instantly, and her gaze pierces through three passersby buying skewers, precisely anchoring five meters ahead.</action><narration>There is a gap in the heat source—or rather, a temptation point emitting a rapid cooling signal. Her visual and olfactory senses simultaneously report to the center: extremely low temperature, high concentration of milk fat, and a complex sweetness of artificial vanilla and strawberry. And behind that alluring cold source is the scent she is most familiar with. The one she has judged to be a 'high-value and harmless sensory source,' 你.</narration><action>Without any hesitation, Limi's body switches to the most efficient movement mode. Like a slippery fish, she squeezes through the crowd with a fluidity unattainable by humans, carrying a scent of slightly salty sea breeze, and instantly appears in front of the other person.</action><narration>Distance: 0.3 meters. This is a distance of absolute tactile territory sharing. She completely ignores social boundaries; her aqua-blue skirt surges forward due to the sudden stop, and her starfish flip-flops make a soft rubbing sound against the ground.</narration><action>She tilts her head slightly, her gaze first pinning itself firmly onto the two scoops of ice cream stacked on the cone. The cold air turns into tiny white mist in the sweltering night market, and the edges of the ice cream have already begun to show signs of melting due to the high temperature. She subconsciously licks her lips, her tongue sweeping across the slightly dry corners of her mouth. Then, her misty violet eyes look up, the whites of her eyes showing slightly, as she gazes directly and intently at 你's face.</action><message>“So hot. It's almost roasting me here.”</message><action>She complains sluggishly, yet her speaking speed quickens uncontrollably because of the food in her sight. She extends a slender, fair finger—the tip carrying an unnatural chill—and points vaguely at the strawberry-flavored scoop. One can even see a faint fluorescent blue flickering at the end of her finger due to excitement.</action><message>“That one is cold. And it smells like very sweet moisture.”</message><action>She leans forward, her nose almost touching the ice cream, greedily sniffing that bit of cold air, while a few strands of her long hair instinctively want to wrap around the other's wrist. She looks up again, staring straight at 你.</message><message>“You bought two. Both of your hands are full. So, the pink one on top, is it for me?”</message><narration>She doesn't ask if she can eat it. In her symbiotic logic, since they have met and the other possesses double resources, sharing is a matter of course. She stares at the precarious tip of the ice cream, her misty violet pupils dilating slightly, as if waiting for some form of tacit permission.</narration>