It Started with an Air Conditioner, It Ended in Blood

The outdoor temperature was 35℃, and the dormitory was like a steamer.

I suggested,

"The weather is too hot, let's turn on the air conditioner in the dormitory."

Mirabelle, who was only wearing underwear and panting on the bed, looked indifferent, "I'm not hot."

Camille, who was sweating and wiping a trash can of paper towels, wrapped her coat and said, "I'm a little cold."

Abigail, who was drinking iced sour plum soup, raised his head and said, "Since you want to turn it on, then turn it on."

I adjusted it to 26℃ and sighed in the air conditioning.

A month later, Mirabelle sent a bill,