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.

metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the

up short. He

That was rubbish.

going to bicker with

dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they

was beating

as if someone was hitting his heart like a

Hazel looked at each other for a

as he looked at her, his

her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

was just talking to you!

Bradley come to himself,

an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

request gave

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

that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were almost

on the beach,

...

a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any

day he caught a cold

woman was

absolutely couldn't let her drink

didn't reckon himself capable of handling the

Hazel opened a few bottles of beer after

youth! What are

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

wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle

the cold sweat on his

how many ex-girlfriends do you

Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he

that question come

"Why?"

isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

truth,

you go

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

words gave

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

"You ... you have

ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to count

was a little

he was not so