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 cats and the bad guys

brought up short. He could only

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker with

such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath

was beating

was hitting his

Hazel looked at each other for a

glazed as he looked

waved her hand

talking to you! Did you get your brain squeezed

Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

gave

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

take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were

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

...

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

day he caught a cold and sneezed all

drunken woman

let

capable of handling

a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a

What

not sure about this.

but a bottle instead.

cold sweat on his

many ex-girlfriends do you

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked by

that question come

"Why?"

not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he

truth, she would laugh at

... you

Are you serious? Alright, I'll go first! Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in

gave

Good for her!

with quite a few

...

"You ... you have moved

and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had

was a

was not so