So long as it was Irina’s request, Winston would complete the task to perfection, as though it was superior’s order. Even if it was something as trivial as a bath, he would cleanse himself thoroughly. After wiping himself dry, he then climbed to the top story of the tree hole.

When Irina saw that there wasn’t any moisture on Winston’s body, she had thought that he didn’t bathe. But then again, thinking that he wouldn’t lie to her, she didn’t question him about it and merely lifted the blanket.

“Come over and sleep. Keep away the lights, will you?”

“Mm.” Winston kept away the luminous balls, then laid down next...