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.

a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops

was brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going to

With such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk, taking

was beating

as if someone was hitting his

and Hazel looked at each other

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

raised her eyebrows and waved her

are you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you

did Bradley come to

to be an alcoholic.

request gave him a

but they came across her ex-boyfriend

insisted that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the

insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch the

...

was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single

day he caught a cold and

woman was

let her

didn't reckon himself capable of handling the drunken

a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

What are you waiting for?

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

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

could feel the cold sweat

how many ex-girlfriends

looked at

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked

did that question come

"Why?"

Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

the truth, she would laugh

... you go

telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with

gave him another

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have

looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

was a little

was not so