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 the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as

up short. He could only

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker

such good dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk,

was beating

if someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong

looked at each other for

as he looked at her,

her

you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you get your

Bradley come to himself, his

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

request gave him

was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee

take her to the seaside in the

beach, hold each

...

weren't any stars,

he caught a cold

woman was

couldn't let

didn't reckon himself capable of

few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened

What

still not sure about this.

from a glass but a

cold sweat on

many ex-girlfriends do you

Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was

did that question

"Why?"

secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just asking. So, how

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

truth, she would laugh at

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!

with quite

...

voice he asked, "You ... you have moved in

looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had

was a

not so