As the broadcast ended, the temperature in the room gradually started to drop. Even though the air conditioner was still working hard to blow hot air, it couldn't resist the invasion of the cold wave.
The three roommates—who were absolutely not human—also seemed unable to withstand the chilly assault. One by one, they quickly climbed onto their beds and wrapped themselves tightly in their blankets. Feng Xue, lying on the lower bunk, could even feel the girl above her trembling.
Feng Xue didn't think they were pretending, because the cold wave seemed to have some strong penetrating power. Even with her wearing over twenty layers of armor, she still felt the chill piercing through her.
The temperature-control system built into Masked Rider Mystical Lord started operating, but it felt like holding a hand warmer while blowing cold air. Even though the warm current flowed against the skin, it couldn't stop the cold wind from stealing away the warmth.
