“Then let him like you. Isn’t that good?”
“Good? I don’t know...”he lowered his head and began to count his fingers. He was very conflicted.
“Look at me. What do you think of Me?”The young commander lifted her chin and asked her to shift her attention from her fingers to his face.
Whitey looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean, what do you think?”
“Who’s better, me or the young Marshal?”
Little White stared at him for a few seconds and then snorted angrily. “Of course, the young marshal is the best. You Can’t compete with the young Marshal!”
“Hehe.”The young marshal laughed softly. “That’s impossible. There must be someone who can compete with him.”
“Nonsense!”Little White sat up straight and glared at him angrily. “The young marshal is the best. No one can compete with him! No one!”
“So, he is so outstanding in your heart.”The major general stroked his chin and smiled flirtatiously.
His heart was thoroughly pleased.
