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 featured as cats and the bad guys

was brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

was not going to

good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they

heart was beating

was hitting his

Hazel looked at each other

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his

waved her

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

to himself, his

going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be

gave him a

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

seaside in the middle of the night,

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

...

night. There weren't any stars, not even a single

next day he caught a

woman was

couldn't let her

capable

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

youth! What are you

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

glass but a bottle

feel the cold sweat

cop, how many

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was

that question come

"Why?"

It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

her the truth, she

you go

I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in

words gave him

Good for her!

must have lived with quite

...

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

the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

was a little

not so much unhappy as