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.

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

brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

he was not going to

With such good dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they could talk,

heart was

was hitting his heart like a

looked at each other

he looked at

her hand in front of

to you! Did you get your brain

Bradley come to himself,

No, you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking at

request gave him a

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

seaside in the middle of the

sit on the beach, hold each other, and

...

that night. There weren't any

next day he caught a

drunken woman

absolutely couldn't let her drink

reckon himself capable of handling the

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few

What are you waiting for?

who was still not sure about this. But in the end, he had to

wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good for

the cold sweat on

dear cop, how many

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

he was

that question

"Why?"

a secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't have

he told her the truth, she would

... you

Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the

words gave

Good for her!

with quite a few

...

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

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she

was a

he was not so