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.

In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as

short. He

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker with

such good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

eyes looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's

was

hitting

each

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his

her eyebrows and waved her hand in front

dumb? I was just talking to you! Did

to himself, his cheeks slightly

to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

gave

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then,

he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where

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

...

was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single one in

next day he caught a

woman was

couldn't let her drink

didn't reckon himself capable of handling the

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened

What are you waiting for?

Bradley, who was still not sure about

wasn't drinking from a glass but

could feel the cold sweat

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he

did that

"Why?"

big deal? It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just asking. So, how many

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

truth,

you go

include the serious relationships in which we had

gave him

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a few

...

asked, "You ... you have moved in with many

looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from side

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to count

was a

was not so