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

short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker with

dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they

was beating

if someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong

each other for a

he looked at

waved her hand

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

did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks

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

request gave him

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

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

she insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each

...

weren't any stars, not even a single

caught a cold and sneezed

woman

absolutely couldn't let her

himself capable of

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few

What are you

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

a glass but a bottle instead. Good

cold sweat on

many

looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was

did that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

told her the truth, she would laugh at

you

I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had

gave him

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

voice he asked, "You ... you have

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to

a

he was not so much