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.

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

brought up short. He could only say

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker

dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk, taking

was beating

as if someone was hitting his heart

at each other

looked

raised her eyebrows and waved her

was just talking to you! Did you get your

did Bradley come to himself, his

going to be an alcoholic. A

gave

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

he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were almost frozen to

on the beach, hold each other, and watch

...

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

day he caught a cold and sneezed

drunken woman

absolutely couldn't let her

himself capable of handling the drunken

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

youth! What are you

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

drinking from a glass but a bottle

cold sweat on

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

that he

that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

told her the truth, she would

you

you serious? Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships

gave

Good for her!

lived with

...

asked, "You ... you have moved

looking mischievous and cute.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

a little

he was not so