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.

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

He

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker

good dishes, shouldn't we have some

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's

heart was beating

as if someone was hitting his heart like a

and Hazel looked at each other for a little

glazed as he looked at

and waved her hand in front of Bradley's

just talking to you! Did you get your brain squeezed

come to himself, his cheeks slightly

going to be an alcoholic. A woman

gave him

taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across

that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they

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

...

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

the next day he caught a cold and sneezed

woman was

couldn't let her drink

didn't reckon himself capable

"negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles of

youth! What are you waiting for?

not sure about

a glass but a bottle

could feel the cold sweat on his

dear cop, how many

bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

he was

that question come

"Why?"

isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

truth,

you go

wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with each other, not the plastic ones in

gave

Good for her!

have lived with quite a

...

"You ... you have moved

mischievous and cute. Her gaze flitted from

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that

a

not so much