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.

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

brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker

With such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could talk, taking

heart was

someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong

looked at each other for a

glazed as he looked

waved her hand in front

to you! Did you get your brain

come to himself, his

No, you're not going to be an

request gave

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

the middle of the

beach, hold each other, and watch

...

night. There weren't any stars,

day he caught a cold and

drunken woman was

couldn't let her drink

himself capable of

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

to our youth! What

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

but

feel the cold sweat on his

many ex-girlfriends do

bottle, Hazel looked at

Bradley began to cough.

that he was nearly choked by

that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

her the truth,

you

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 plastic ones in senior

gave

Good for her!

must have lived with

...

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

mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had

was a

he was not so much