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.

In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats?

brought up short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker

With such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk,

heart was beating

was hitting his heart

each other for a little

as he looked at her, his

raised her eyebrows and waved her

dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you get your brain

come to

No, you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman

gave

Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee

the middle of the

the beach, hold each

...

weren't

the next day he caught a cold and

woman

couldn't let her drink

himself capable of handling the drunken

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened

What are you waiting

not sure about this. But in the end, he had

a glass but a bottle instead. Good for

cold

cop, how many ex-girlfriends

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

that he was nearly choked by the

that

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

told her the truth, she would laugh

you

I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other,

words gave him another

Good for her!

have lived with

...

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

ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side to

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to

a

was not so much unhappy