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.

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

brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker

With such good dishes, shouldn't we have

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk,

heart was beating

was hitting his heart like

at each other for

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth

her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's eyes,

dumb? I was just talking to

come to himself, his

you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking at

request gave

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 night, where

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

...

that night. There weren't

day he caught a cold and sneezed all

drunken woman was

let

himself capable of handling the

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

What are you waiting for?

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

drinking from a glass but

could feel the cold sweat on

many ex-girlfriends

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he

that

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

truth, she would laugh

you

only include the serious relationships in

gave him another

Good for her!

with quite a few

...

"You ... you

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to

was a

not so