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

up short. He could

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker with

such good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

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

heart was

as if someone was hitting his

and Hazel looked at each other for a little

eyes glazed as he looked at her, his

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

talking to you! Did you get your

come to himself, his cheeks

going to be an

gave him a

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

seaside in the middle of the

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

...

it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not

day he caught a

drunken woman was

couldn't let her drink

capable of handling the drunken

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

youth! What are

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

wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle instead.

could feel the cold sweat on his

many

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly

that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't

truth, she

you go

I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved

gave

Good for her!

must have lived with quite a

...

"You ... you have moved in with

looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

many that she had

was a little

not so much