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.

cop. Isn't it all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and

He

That was rubbish.

he was not going

dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk, taking Bradley's

heart was beating

if someone was hitting his

Hazel looked at each other for a

he looked at her, his mouth

and waved her hand

to you!

to himself, his

to be an

request gave him

Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across

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

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

...

a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single one in the

next day he caught a cold

drunken woman

absolutely couldn't let her

capable

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

youth! What are

not sure about this.

glass but

the cold sweat on his

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was

did that

"Why?"

isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

the truth, she would

... you go

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

words gave him

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

he asked, "You ... you have moved

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had

was a

not so much unhappy as