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.

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 as cats and the bad

short. He could

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

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

was beating

was as if someone was hitting his heart like

at each other for a little

eyes glazed as he looked

and waved her

to you! Did you get

Bradley come to himself, his

to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

gave

but they came across her ex-boyfriend

in the middle

sit on the beach, hold

...

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

he caught a cold

woman

absolutely couldn't let

reckon himself capable of handling

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

What are

widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about

from a glass but a

cold sweat on his

many ex-girlfriends

at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was

that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

her the truth, she would laugh at

you

figure I'm telling you only include the serious

words gave him

Good for her!

must have lived with

...

asked, "You ... you have moved in with many of

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had to

a

so much unhappy