In his nice sleep, Luo Ping hardly could hear anything especially with the numerous blankets he felt comfortable.
It was nether hot or cold, the cold temperature seemed to regulate the hot temperatures accumulated in his packed blankets to make it warm.
Such an environment printed sleep and comfort until he started to feel very cold.
He could ignore it by his blanket started to feel very cold too.
When the cold was unbearable he was forced to wake up and the situation was not good.
His windows were crashed by something and the temperature in the room dropped.
He rushed to observe his bedroom window and become panicked, he was afraid of being frozen to death.
He worked faster and went to the storage and picked up a knife before slowly cutting some cardboard and using a hammer to pin
