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.

metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats? This is a

short. He could only

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker with

dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

eyes looked as if they could talk,

was beating

if someone was hitting his heart like a

Hazel looked at each other

glazed as he looked at

her hand in front of

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

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks

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

gave

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

in the middle of the night, where they were almost frozen to

sit on the beach, hold each

...

a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even

caught a cold and sneezed all

woman

absolutely couldn't let her drink

himself capable of handling the drunken

Hazel opened a few bottles of beer

our youth! What are

widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not

but a bottle instead. Good for

feel the cold sweat

cop, how many

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly choked by

that

"Why?"

isn't it? Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

he told her the truth, she would laugh

... you

the serious relationships in which we had moved in

words gave him another

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

... you have moved in with many of

and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had

was a little

not so much