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.

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

brought up short. He could only

That was rubbish.

going to

such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk,

was

was hitting his

looked at each other for

looked at her,

and waved her hand

was just talking to you! Did you get

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks

going to be an alcoholic. A woman

request gave him

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then, something was wrong

to the seaside in the middle of the

the beach, hold

...

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

caught a cold and sneezed all

woman

absolutely couldn't let her drink

didn't reckon himself capable

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

to our youth! What are you

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

glass but a

cold sweat on his

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was

that question

"Why?"

isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

truth,

you

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

words gave him

Good for her!

lived with quite a

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have moved in with

at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that

a little

was not so much unhappy as