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.

know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured

was brought up short. He could only say to

That was rubbish.

not going to bicker with

dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

if they could talk, taking Bradley's

was

if someone was hitting

each other

he looked at

her hand in front of Bradley's eyes,

are you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you get your

Bradley come to himself, his cheeks

to be an alcoholic.

gave

Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend

her to the seaside in the middle

sit on the beach, hold

...

weren't any stars, not even a single

day he caught a cold

woman was

let her drink

capable

a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened

to our youth! What are you waiting

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

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

feel the cold

how many ex-girlfriends do

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a

Bradley began to cough.

he was nearly choked

did that question

"Why?"

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

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

truth, she would laugh

... you go

the serious relationships in which we

gave

Good for her!

must have lived with

...

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

the ceiling, looking mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to

was a

he was not so much unhappy as