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,

short. He could only say

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

such good dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could

heart was

was as if someone was hitting his

each other

eyes glazed as he looked

eyebrows and waved her hand

I was just talking to you! Did

to himself, his cheeks

going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

request gave

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

her to the seaside in the middle of the night,

beach, hold each

...

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

the next day he caught a cold and

drunken woman

let her drink

himself capable

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles

youth! What are

widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in

drinking from a glass but a

cold sweat

how many

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was nearly choked by the

did that question

"Why?"

the big deal? It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

told her the truth, she would laugh at

you go

you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic ones in

gave him

Good for her!

must have lived with quite

...

he asked, "You ... you

looking mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she

a little

was not so much unhappy