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.

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

He could

That was rubbish.

not going

such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk,

was

hitting his

looked at each

he looked

waved her hand

I was just talking to you! Did

come to

an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

request gave him a

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

in the

she insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each other,

...

that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single

the next day he caught a cold and

drunken woman

let her drink

capable of handling

few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles of beer

our youth! What are you waiting

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

from a glass but a bottle instead.

feel the cold sweat on his

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

looked at

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was nearly

did that question

"Why?"

a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

truth, she

... you

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

gave

Good for her!

have lived with quite a few

...

"You ... you have moved in with

looking mischievous and cute.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she had to count

a

he was not so