Comprehend

As a matter of fact, Fang Ning soon paid the price for his mindless words. 

In the lounge, just moments after his head hit the pillow, a bone-chilling surge of icy wind came out of nowhere, and the cold overwhelmed him.

Fang Ning instinctively reached around for a blanket, but then immediately came to realize that he was in the System Space and in a soul state at the moment. How could the common concept of cold apply here? 

Therefore, he said impatiently, "Rice Bucket, you're being mischievous again. Hurry up and turn off the air conditioner." 

"I don't understand. Are you dreaming and sleep talking again?" Sir System feigned ignorance.

"Ahchoo!" Fang Ning abruptly sat up in his bed, sneezed violently, and then hugged himself while shivering.

"How can this be? How can I be feeling so cold? Shouldn't the System Space be completely unaffected by heat and cold?"

He asked three questions in a row.