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.

metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the

short. He could only

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker

such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they

heart was

if someone was hitting his heart like

looked at each other

he looked at

and waved her

was just talking to you! Did

come to

to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

request gave him

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

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

beach, hold

...

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

he caught a cold and sneezed

woman was

couldn't let

didn't reckon himself capable of

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles of

youth! What

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

a glass but a bottle

the cold sweat on his

how many ex-girlfriends do you

at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he

that

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

told her the truth, she

... you

serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the

gave him another

Good for her!

lived with

...

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

the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to

was a

was not so much unhappy