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.

You're a cop. Isn't it all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured

He could only say

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker with

With such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath

heart was

someone was hitting his heart like

at each other for a little

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

I was just talking to you! Did you get your

did Bradley come to himself,

No, you're not going to be an

request gave him

Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee

in the

the beach, hold each other, and watch the freaking

...

bit cloudy that night. There weren't

next day he caught a cold

drunken woman was

absolutely couldn't let her

reckon himself capable

"negotiations", Hazel opened

our youth! What are

roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about

but a bottle instead. Good

could feel the cold sweat on

how many ex-girlfriends

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

that he was

that

"Why?"

It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

the truth, she would

... 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

words gave him

Good for her!

with quite

...

asked, "You ...

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she

a little

he was not so