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.

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

He could

That was rubbish.

going to bicker

good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they

was beating

was hitting

at each other for

glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front

I was just talking to you! Did you get your brain squeezed

did Bradley come to

to be an alcoholic. A woman

request gave

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

the middle of the night, where

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

...

on, it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't

day he caught a

drunken woman was

absolutely couldn't let her drink

reckon himself capable of handling the drunken

"negotiations", Hazel

our youth! What

roared at Bradley, who was still not

drinking from a glass but a bottle

cold sweat on

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was nearly choked by

that question come

"Why?"

Everyone has a past. I'm just asking.

Bradley's face flushed again.

he didn't have

truth, she

... you go

include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other,

words gave

Good for her!

with quite a

...

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

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had to count

a

he was not so