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

was brought up short. He could only

That was rubbish.

was not going to

With such good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

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

heart was beating

someone was hitting his heart like a

at each other

looked

her eyebrows and waved her

was just talking to you! Did

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

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

request gave him a

by Haze, but they came across

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

sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch the freaking

...

on, it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars,

day he caught a cold and sneezed all

woman

absolutely couldn't let

capable of handling

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

our youth! What are

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

from a glass but a bottle instead.

the cold

how many

looked at

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked by the

that question come

"Why?"

the big deal? It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

the truth, she would

... you go

Are you serious? Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved

words gave him another

Good for her!

lived with

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ...

mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side to

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that

a

was not so much unhappy