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 as cats and the bad guys as rats? This is a fair

was brought up short. He could only say

That was rubbish.

going to

such good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath

heart was beating

if someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong

and Hazel looked at each

as he looked

eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

was just talking to you!

did Bradley come to himself,

going to be an alcoholic.

gave him

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

the seaside in the middle of the night,

that they sit on the beach, hold each other,

...

on, it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars,

next day he caught

woman

couldn't let

reckon himself capable

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

What are you

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

drinking from a glass but a

cold sweat on his

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was

did that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't have

truth, she would laugh at

you go

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 with each other, not the

gave him another

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

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

the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that

was a little

was not so