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.

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? This is a

short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker

good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk, taking Bradley's

was

hitting his

Hazel looked at each other for a little

as he looked at her, his

waved her hand in

talking to you! Did you get your

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

be an alcoholic. A woman

request gave him

Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or

the seaside in the middle of the night,

sit on the beach, hold

...

that night. There weren't

the next day he caught a

woman was

couldn't let

capable of handling the drunken

of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles

our youth! What

Bradley, who was still not sure about

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

cold sweat

many ex-girlfriends do you

the bottle, Hazel looked at

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked by

did that question come

"Why?"

it? Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

he told her the truth,

... you

only include the serious relationships in

gave him

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

voice he asked, "You ...

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that

was a little

so much unhappy