The commander and Su Junlin were smiling at Bai Xue, habitually assuming that she would not refuse.
In the military, most of the officers were older than the female soldiers. It was rare to find someone of the same age, and no female soldier had ever resisted an arranged match.
So they weren't worried.
Even Xibao, sitting on the commander's arm, was blinking her big eyes curiously at Bai Xue. Her eyes were spinning rapidly as if to say this person was not as white as mom, not as beautiful as mom, not as fragrant and soft as mom.
Bai Xue felt annoyed. Why could Feng Qingxue marry the young, handsome and remarkable Lu Jiang while she was expected to marry a playboy or an old man? She was a good singer and dancer and had been praised many times. Even the leaders had invited her to dance. What did Feng Qingxue have? Wasn't she just a peasant woman? Regardless of her looks, she was still just a village girl.