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.

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

was brought up short. He

That was rubbish.

not going

dishes, shouldn't we

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they could talk,

was

was hitting his heart like

and Hazel looked at each other for a little

as he looked at her, his mouth

eyebrows and waved her hand in front

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

come to himself, his cheeks slightly

an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

request gave

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then, something was wrong about

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

beach, hold each other, and watch

...

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

day he caught a cold

drunken woman was

absolutely couldn't let her

himself capable of

few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel

to our youth! What are you waiting

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

glass but a bottle

the cold

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

looked at Bradley

Bradley began to cough.

startled that he was nearly

that question come

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

the truth, she would

... you

you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the

words gave him

Good for her!

lived with quite

...

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

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

there so many that she had

was a

not so much