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

short. He could

That was rubbish.

was not going to

dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they

was beating

if someone was hitting

each other for

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

I was just talking to you! Did you get

come to himself, his cheeks slightly

to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be

request gave him

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

her to the seaside in the middle of the night,

sit on the beach, hold each

...

it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any

he caught a cold and sneezed

woman

let

capable of handling

"negotiations", Hazel opened

What

who was still not sure about this. But in the end, he had to

from a glass but

the cold sweat

cop, how many ex-girlfriends

Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked by the

did that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

truth,

you

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

gave him

Good for her!

with quite a

...

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

mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

a little

was not so much unhappy