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

brought up short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

going to bicker

With such good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's

heart was beating

someone was hitting his heart like

Hazel looked at each other for

looked at

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

I was just talking to you!

Bradley come to himself, his

going to be an

gave him

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

insisted that he take her to the seaside in the

they sit on the beach,

...

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

he caught

drunken woman

let

capable of handling

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles

our youth! What are

Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the end, he

from a glass but a

could feel the cold sweat

many ex-girlfriends do you

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked

that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't have

he told her the truth, she would laugh

... you

Are you serious? Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in

gave him

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

...

mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that

was a

so