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 guys as rats? This is a fair

was brought up short. He could only say

That was rubbish.

was not going

dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

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

was

as if someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong

looked at each

glazed as he looked at her,

and waved her

I was just talking to you! Did you get your

then did Bradley come to himself, his

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

request gave

but they came across her

seaside in the middle of

beach, hold

...

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

the next day he caught a cold

woman

absolutely couldn't let

reckon himself capable of handling the drunken

few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

our youth! What are you waiting for?

who was still not sure about this. But

glass but a bottle

feel the cold

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly

did that

"Why?"

big deal? It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

the truth,

... you

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

gave

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

asked, "You ... you have moved in with

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to

a

so much unhappy as