In the planning stage. No updates for now. Currently focused on updating another Harry Potter fic.
"Brother, my other half will definitely be a pretty, obedient little idiot. Anyway, the mother's intelligence determines the child's intelligence. He only needs to be as pretty as me," she said with a perfectly serious, deadpan, icy expression, as if each word were an ice shard.
"Uh... what the hell?"
A deadpan girl keeps falling into the same trap and never manages to climb back out.
"Mm, a pretty boy."
"N-no, I was just saying that."
