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.

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

was brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker

good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could

was

hitting his heart like a

each other for a little

he looked

and waved her hand in front

to you! Did you get your brain squeezed

Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

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

request gave him a

Nightclub by Haze, but they came across

the seaside in the middle of the night, where

beach,

...

that night. There weren't any

next day he caught

woman was

let her drink

capable of handling

of "negotiations", Hazel

our youth! What

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

wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle

could feel the cold sweat

many ex-girlfriends

looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he

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.

it, he didn't have

he told her the truth, she would

... you

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 in

gave

Good for her!

have lived with quite a

...

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

ceiling, looking mischievous and cute.

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that

was a

he was not so much