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.

you? You're a 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

up short. He could

That was rubbish.

going to bicker

dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could

was

was as if someone was hitting

at each other for a

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his

and waved her hand

was just talking to you! Did you get your

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks

you're not going to be an alcoholic.

request gave

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

the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were

sit on the beach,

...

cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even

caught

woman

let her drink

reckon himself capable of handling

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

to our youth! What are

Bradley, who was still not sure

but a

the cold sweat on

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do you

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

that he

that question come

"Why?"

not a secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

truth, she

you go

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 high,

gave

Good for her!

must have lived with

...

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

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

a little

he was not so much unhappy