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.

guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as

short. He could

That was rubbish.

was not going to

dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk, taking

was beating

was hitting his heart like a ping-pong

looked at each

looked

waved her hand

just talking to you! Did you get your

to

going to be an alcoholic.

request gave him

taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then,

her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they

the beach, hold each other, and watch

...

night. There weren't any stars, not

the next day he caught a cold and sneezed all

drunken woman

absolutely couldn't let her drink

himself capable

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few

our youth! What

eyes widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the end,

but a bottle

could feel the cold sweat

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked by

did that question come

"Why?"

Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

he told her the truth, she would laugh

you go

include the serious relationships

words gave him

Good for her!

have lived with quite a few

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ...

looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she had

a

he was not so much