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 rats? This is a fair

He could only say

That was rubbish.

was not going

such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

eyes looked as if they could talk, taking

heart was

was hitting his heart like

each other

as he looked at her, his mouth

her hand in front of Bradley's

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

to himself, his cheeks

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

gave

they came across her

insisted that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where

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

...

night. There weren't any stars, not even a single

he caught a cold and

drunken woman was

let

didn't reckon himself capable of

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

What are

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

but a bottle

could feel the cold sweat on his

many ex-girlfriends do

at

Bradley began to cough.

that he was nearly choked by

did that question come

"Why?"

a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

her the truth, she would laugh at

... you

first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not

gave him another

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

"You ... you have moved in with

at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had to

a

was not so much