Love Poems for You

One night one year after graduation, Yi Nuo received a call from the senior student who was chasing after her. The senior was very drunk and kept repeating: "Yinuo, I like you so much. Why don't you accept me? Is it because of that white-faced junior balabalabala..." On the other end of the phone, the voice came from a boy, vaguely speaking, he had just woken up—— "Nobao, you pressed my hair." Zhou Yinuo looked at the length of her boyfriend's haircut: "…………" The senior woke up: "Who is talking?!" Zhou Yinuo was silent: "Is that... The white-faced boy?" - Monday Nuo × Duan Yu Under the year, one year old Intention: Write you a lifelong love poem