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.

catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured

up short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

was not going

such good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they could talk,

heart was

was as if someone was hitting his heart

each other

as he looked at her,

eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

was just talking to you! Did

did Bradley come to himself, his

be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

gave him

but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then, something was

in the middle of the night,

insisted that they sit on the beach,

...

cloudy that night. There weren't

next day he caught a cold and

woman was

let her drink

reckon himself capable

"negotiations", Hazel

our youth! What are you

as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the

glass but a

the cold

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked by

did that question

"Why?"

It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just asking. So,

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

truth, she would laugh

you

Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious

gave him another

Good for her!

lived with

...

voice he asked, "You ... you have moved in with

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she

was a little

so much unhappy