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.

Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the

He could only say to

That was rubbish.

not going to

good dishes, shouldn't

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could talk,

was

was as if someone was hitting his heart

Hazel looked at each other for a

glazed as he looked at her,

eyebrows and waved her hand

dumb? I was just talking to you! Did

to himself, his

be an alcoholic. A woman

request gave him a

came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since

her to the seaside in the middle of

beach, hold each

...

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

he caught a cold and sneezed all

drunken woman was

let her

himself capable of handling the

after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened

youth! What are you waiting

still not sure about this.

from a glass but a bottle instead.

could feel the cold sweat

dear cop, how many ex-girlfriends

looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly

that question

"Why?"

secret, isn't it? Everyone

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

truth, she

you go

I'm telling you only include the serious

gave him another

Good for her!

have lived with

...

"You ... you have moved in with many

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to count

a little

so much unhappy as