Meanwhile, Xiaomara returned to the couch, lying there and intensely reading a book titled "How to Get a Husband."
"Hmm... try flirting with them... me? No way, they should be the ones doing that to me, not the other way around..." she muttered to herself, a conflicted expression on her face.
Then Frey walked past, holding a broom and trying to keep the mansion clean. Xiaomara, lying on the couch, looked at Frey with her side eyes. "Frey," she called out.
Frey stopped sweeping and looked at her. "Yes?"
"Do you have... an idea how to flirt with someone?" Xiaomara asked, her voice hesitant.
Frey tilted her head, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "Flirt?" she repeated, the concept seeming foreign to her. "I'm not sure I understand. Why would you want to flirt with someone?"