"I heard that Miss Lin is married?" The beautiful reporter smiled kindly and asked, "What kind of person is Mr. Lin?"
Hearing this, Lin Xiaowan reached out to pick up the milk tea in front of her and took a sip pretending to be calm. The rich milk fragrance smoothed her slightly wrinkled brows. Seeing this, the beautiful reporter opposite changed the topic in a timely manner: "So, what about Miss Lin's first love? What kind of person was he?"
Lin Xiaowan's face became more and more embarrassed. He raised his head and smirked. He gently placed the cup in his hand on the iron coffee table. The porcelain collided with the iron, making a crisp sound. He muttered: "How should I put it? It feels like you are walking carefree on the road wearing sandals with leaky toes and suddenly kicking an iron plate."
It's like that, when you kick an iron plate, your foot hurts like you're going to die, but when you turn around, the guy is still there, and the pain seems to disappear.
Well, even that iron plate was put there by him.
Lin Xiaowan's youth was an unfortunate history of constantly kicking the iron plate and being coaxed, and kicking the iron plate and being coaxed again.