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.

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

up short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going

dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they could talk,

was beating

someone was hitting

Hazel looked at each other

as he looked at her, his mouth

her hand

are you dumb? I was just talking to

come to

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

request gave him

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

to the seaside in the middle of the night,

beach, hold each other, and watch

...

that night. There weren't

he caught a cold and sneezed

drunken woman was

couldn't let

capable of

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

our youth! What

still not sure about this.

glass but a bottle instead.

feel the cold sweat

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked by

that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he

told her the truth, she

you

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 another

Good for her!

have lived with quite a few

...

a trembling voice he asked, "You ... you have moved in with many

looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had to count

a

not so much unhappy as