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.

it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats? This

brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

With such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could

heart was beating

as if someone was hitting his heart like

looked at each other for

as he looked

waved her hand in

you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you get your brain squeezed

to himself,

you're not going to be an alcoholic.

request gave

was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called

insisted that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the

sit on the beach, hold each other,

...

weren't any stars, not even a

next day he caught a

drunken woman

couldn't let

himself capable of handling

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

youth! What are you waiting

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

glass but a bottle instead. Good for

feel the cold sweat on

cop, how many

looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was

did that

"Why?"

it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

her the truth, she

you go

only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with

words gave him another

Good for her!

with quite a

...

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.

many that she

a

he was not so much