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.

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

was brought up short. He could only

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk,

was beating

was as if someone was hitting

looked at each

eyes glazed as he looked at her,

eyebrows and waved her hand in front

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

Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

request gave him

he was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then, something was wrong

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

that they sit on the beach, hold

...

There weren't any stars, not even

day he caught a cold and sneezed all

woman was

couldn't let her drink

capable of handling the drunken

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

What are you

was still not sure about this. But in the

from a glass but a bottle instead.

the cold sweat on

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do you

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly

that question come

"Why?"

it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

her the truth, she would laugh at

... you

include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic

gave him another

Good for her!

have lived with quite a

...

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

mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side to

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that

a little

he was not so