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.

it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the

He could only say

That was rubbish.

going to bicker

good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they

was

as if someone was hitting

at each other

as he looked at her, his

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

talking to

then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly

to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

request gave

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

seaside in the middle of the night, where

she insisted that they sit on the beach, hold

...

was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any

he caught a cold

drunken woman was

absolutely couldn't let her

himself capable of handling the

rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles

our youth! What

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

glass but a

cold sweat

dear cop, how many

at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

that he was nearly choked by

that

"Why?"

not a secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

told her the truth, she would laugh at

you

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

gave

Good for her!

with quite a

...

asked, "You ... you have moved in with many

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

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

so many that

a little

was not so much unhappy