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.

guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In

short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going

dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could

heart was

hitting

at each other for a little

looked at her,

her hand

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

then did Bradley come to himself, his

be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

gave him

taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across

seaside in the middle of the night, where they

on the beach, hold each other, and watch the freaking

...

that night. There weren't

the next day he caught a

woman was

let

capable of handling

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles

our youth! What are

widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not

drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good for

the cold sweat

how many ex-girlfriends

Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked

did that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

told her the truth, she would laugh

... you go

wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic ones in senior high,

words gave him

Good for her!

lived with

...

asked, "You ... you have moved in with many

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to

was a little

not so much