Inside the sleeping chamber, Paros sat with Terry perched atop his head, reading aloud the replies from his light brain—carefully selecting the ones he found somewhat useful.
BeastsDon'tDote:
"If you want to win your Female Master's favor, it's simple.
As the saying goes—if you want to capture her heart, first capture her stomach. Cook delicious meals for her, and she'll naturally start to like you."
Terry listened, then immediately shook himself.
"Daddy, Mommy already has a merman uncle who cooks for her."
And judging by everything he knew…
His daddy didn't seem like the type who could cook at all.
This idea clearly wouldn't work.
Just then, another notification chimed from Paros's inbox.
Ever since he posted the thread, countless private messages had poured in—each offering their own "foolproof" way to win favor.
But most of those methods were one-time tricks.
What Paros wanted… was something lasting.
He opened the new message.
