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 the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats? This

was brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker with

good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they

was

was hitting his heart

each

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you

come to himself, his cheeks

be an alcoholic. A woman

gave him

Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her

that he take her to the seaside in the

beach, hold each other, and watch the

...

weren't any

caught a cold and

drunken woman

let her

didn't reckon himself capable of handling

a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

What are you

as she roared at Bradley, who was still not

a glass but a

feel the cold

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends do you

Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was

did that

"Why?"

secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past.

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

truth,

... you go

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 each other, not the plastic ones

gave him

Good for her!

have lived with quite a

...

... you have moved in with many

mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that she had to count

was a little

not so much unhappy