Wolf President Hooks Up

Bradley went to fix her more dishes with his apron still on. What a good househusband!

...

Hazel walked idly to the dining table. Having just washed her face, her skin looked like a peeled white egg, fair and tender.

Looking over at her, Bradley was taken by surprise. The spoon was held stiffly in his hand, and some soup spilled out.

"Hey! Don't make such a mess even if this isn't your house! Look at what you spilled, idiot."

Hazel frowned and shouted, stomping her feet.

Bradley had a sudden urge to smooth her eyebrows with his hand.

Why was a pretty girl always frowning and roaring like that?

"What? Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I wasn't looking."

Bradley looked down at the soup and apologized, picking up a wiper to clean it up.

Hazel sat there carelessly, crossing her legs and pouting,

"Where has your eyes been? What were you looking at if you were not looking at the soup then?"

Looking at you of course! These words almost slipped out of Bradley's mouth.

"Well, I ... I was distracted...."

"Hurry up and bring me the meal. Stop babbling."

Hazel tapped on her chopsticks like a lord.

Bradley flinched and sighed.

Oh, crap.

As an outstanding student from the police academy, he was ordered around by a little girl.

It sucked.

Bradley served all the dishes and washed his hands before sitting down.

Hazel dug in ravenously and asked

"Wow! You cooked all these?"

Bradley rolled his eyes and said, "Of course! Is there a third person in this house? Who else could it be?"

"Not bad, Bradley, not bad at all. It's really delicious! As a good cat you can catch the rat, and as a good househusband you can also cook! Remarkable!"

Hazel had all her attention on the dishes so that she barely looked at Bradley.

...

Bradley was fluttered. He beamed with great delight, fixed his collar and said proudly.

"It takes you long enough to find out! I have always been a good man, ok? Wait, what did you just say? A cat? You called me a cat?!"

Hazel was chewing the pork with her mouth tilted and some juice on her chin.

Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats? This is a fair

was brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker with

With such good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk, taking

heart was beating

if someone was hitting

looked at each other for a little

looked at her, his mouth slightly

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

are you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did

to himself, his cheeks

not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking at

request gave him a

he was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called

that he take her to the seaside in the

the beach, hold each other, and

...

on, it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single one in the

the next day he caught a cold

woman

absolutely couldn't let her drink

himself capable

a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

our youth! What

was still not sure about

from a glass but a

could feel the cold sweat on his

how many ex-girlfriends

Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked by

did that

"Why?"

isn't it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

truth,

you

serious? Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had

gave him another

Good for her!

have lived with quite a

...

trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she

a

was not so much