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.

cop. Isn't it 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 rats? This is a

was brought up short. He could only

That was rubbish.

he was not going

good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk,

heart was beating

as if someone was hitting his heart like

Hazel looked at each other for a

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand

I was just talking to

to himself, his cheeks

be an alcoholic. A woman

gave him a

Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then,

he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night,

beach, hold each other,

...

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

the next day he caught a cold and

drunken woman was

couldn't let her

capable of handling

"negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles of

What are you waiting

not sure about this. But in the end, he had to

a glass but a bottle instead. Good

the cold sweat on his

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do you

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly choked by

did that question

"Why?"

Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't have

truth,

... you go

only include the serious relationships in which we had moved

gave him another

Good for her!

with quite

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ...

ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had to count

was a little

he was not so much unhappy