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

short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker

good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath

heart was beating

was hitting his heart like

at each other

he looked at her,

and waved her hand

to

then did Bradley come to himself,

to be an alcoholic. A

request gave him

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

to the seaside in the middle of the

insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch

...

bit cloudy that night. There weren't

caught a cold and

drunken woman

let her drink

reckon himself capable of

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few

to our youth! What are you

she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the end, he had

wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good for

cold sweat

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

that he

that question come

"Why?"

it? Everyone has a past. I'm

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

the truth, she would

... you go

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

words gave him another

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

asked, "You ... you have moved

looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side to

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that

a

was not so much unhappy as