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.

all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't

short. He could

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker

such good dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they

heart was

was hitting his heart like a

Hazel looked at each other for a little

glazed as he looked at her, his

her eyebrows and waved her hand

I was just talking to

Bradley come to himself,

No, you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

gave him a

but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since

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

beach, hold each other, and watch

...

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

caught a cold and

drunken woman was

absolutely couldn't let her

capable of handling the

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

our youth! What

widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about

glass but a

cold sweat on

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do you

looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked by

did that

"Why?"

secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

he told her the truth,

... you

telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic ones in

words gave him another

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

... you have moved

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she

was a

so much unhappy as