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

was brought up short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

was not going

such good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk, taking

heart was

someone was hitting

and Hazel looked at each other for

eyes glazed as he looked at

her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

I was just talking to you! Did you

then did Bradley come to himself, his

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

request gave

he was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across

take her to the seaside in the middle of the night,

on the beach, hold each other,

...

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

he caught a

drunken woman

couldn't let

himself capable

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

our youth! What are

was still not sure about this. But

but a bottle instead. Good

feel the cold

many

bottle, Hazel looked at

Bradley began to cough.

he was

did that question come

"Why?"

Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

he told her the truth, she would

you go

you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with

gave

Good for her!

lived with quite a

...

trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have

ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to count

a little

not so