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.

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

was brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker

good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could talk,

heart was

someone was hitting his heart

each other for a little

as he looked at her, his

waved her hand in front

talking to you!

to himself, his cheeks slightly

an alcoholic. A woman

request gave

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

that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where

the beach,

...

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

next day he caught a

woman

let

didn't reckon himself capable of handling

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

to our youth! What are you waiting for?

eyes widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the

glass but a bottle instead. Good for

the cold sweat on

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked

did that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

her the truth, she would

... you

wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic

words gave

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

... you have moved

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to

a little

not so