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.

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

up short. He

That was rubbish.

going to

such good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath

heart was beating

was as if someone was hitting his heart like a

and Hazel looked at each

as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

to you! Did you

then did Bradley come to himself,

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

gave him

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

he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were almost

the beach, hold each other, and watch the

...

bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even

caught a cold and sneezed all

drunken woman

let

himself capable

"negotiations", Hazel opened a

our youth! What are you waiting for?

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

drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good

feel the cold sweat

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he

that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

told her the truth, she would laugh at

you

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

words gave him

Good for her!

with quite a few

...

asked, "You ... you

looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that

was a little

he was not so much