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.

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

was brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going

dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

eyes looked as if they could talk, taking

was beating

hitting his heart

each other for a little

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth

her hand

dumb? I was just talking to

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

not going to be an alcoholic.

request gave

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then,

that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the

the beach, hold each other, and watch

...

weren't any stars, not even

he caught a

drunken woman

couldn't let

himself capable of handling

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

our youth! What are you waiting for?

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

a glass but a

the cold

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

that he was nearly choked by the

that question

"Why?"

not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

the truth, she would laugh at

... you go

include the serious relationships in

gave

Good for her!

must have lived with quite

...

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

looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to

a little

he was not so much unhappy as