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.

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

up short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

going

With such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they

was beating

someone was hitting his

looked at each other

eyes glazed as he looked at her,

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

talking to you! Did you get

Bradley come to

to be an

request gave him

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

seaside in the middle

sit on the beach, hold each other, and

...

that night. There weren't any stars,

the next day he caught

woman

couldn't let her drink

capable of

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

our youth! What are you waiting

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

a glass but a bottle instead.

cold sweat

many

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly choked

did that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

her the truth, she would

... you

the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships

words gave

Good for her!

with

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have

mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she had to

was a

was not so