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.

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?

brought up short. He could only say

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they

was beating

as if someone was hitting

and Hazel looked at each other for

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his

waved her

to

Bradley come to himself, his

not going to be an alcoholic. A

gave him a

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something.

insisted that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where

on the beach, hold each

...

There weren't any stars, not even a single one in the

day he caught a cold

drunken woman was

let her drink

himself capable of handling the

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

youth! What are you waiting for?

Bradley, who was still not sure about this.

drinking from a glass but a bottle

cold sweat

cop, how many

Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly

that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

the truth, she would

you

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

words gave him another

Good for her!

must have lived with

...

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

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that

a

so much