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.

Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured

He

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker

With such good dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk,

was

if someone was hitting his heart like a

and Hazel looked at each other for

glazed as he looked at

her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

just talking to you! Did you get your

Bradley come to

you're not going to be an

request gave

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

the middle of the night, where they were almost frozen

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

...

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

next day he caught a cold and sneezed all

woman

couldn't let her

reckon himself capable of handling

Hazel opened a few bottles

What are you

who was still not sure about this. But

from a glass but a bottle instead.

cold sweat on his

many ex-girlfriends do

Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly choked by

that question

"Why?"

It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

her the truth, she would laugh at

... you go

the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not

gave

Good for her!

have lived with quite a

...

... you have moved in

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

was a

so much unhappy