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.

catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't

brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

he was not going to

With such good dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

they could talk,

was beating

hitting

each

he looked at

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand

are you dumb? I was just talking to you!

Bradley come to himself,

going to be an alcoholic. A woman

gave

Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee

take her to the seaside in the

the beach, hold each

...

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

next day he caught a

woman was

let her

didn't reckon himself capable of handling

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

to our youth! What are you waiting

at Bradley, who was still not

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

could feel the cold sweat on

many ex-girlfriends do you

looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly

did that

"Why?"

a secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't have

the truth, she would laugh

... you

I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic ones in

gave him another

Good for her!

lived with

...

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

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had

was a

so much unhappy