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.

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

He

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker with

With such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath

was

hitting his heart

looked at each

as he looked at her,

eyebrows and waved her

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

to himself, his

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

gave

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee

the middle of the night, where they were almost

on the beach, hold

...

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

the next day he caught a

woman

couldn't let

reckon himself capable of handling

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles

youth! What are you waiting

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

from a glass but a

could feel the cold sweat

many ex-girlfriends do you

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

that he was

did that question

"Why?"

Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

truth, she would laugh at

... you

you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other,

gave

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

voice he asked, "You ...

looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that

was a

was not so much unhappy