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.

Isn't it all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons,

brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they

was beating

if someone was hitting his heart like a

looked at each other

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

waved her hand in front of Bradley's eyes,

are you dumb? I was just talking to

come to himself,

be an alcoholic. A woman

gave him

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

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

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

...

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

caught a cold and sneezed

drunken woman was

let her

himself capable of handling the drunken

few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

What are

at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in

from a glass but a bottle instead. Good

feel the cold

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

he

did that

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

told her the truth, she

... you go

wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we

gave

Good for her!

have lived with

...

... you have moved in with many

ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that

a little

not so