"Lao Gao, brothers, tell me the truth, do you have a crush on me?"
"Fuck you." Gao Guozong rolled his eyes when he heard his good brother's words and looked him up and down contemptuously. "Old Chen, you don't have a fever and your brain is burned out, right? Stay away from me."
"Then why have you gone on so many blind dates and never found anyone you like?"
"It doesn't suit my eyes. I like someone who looks very gentle, has white skin, and speaks nicely. He must have dimples when he smiles." Gao Guozong held his chin, recalling the boys he accidentally met on campus that afternoon.
If I could see him again, I would definitely catch him and take him home. I would pick the stars and make him laugh and poke his dimples.
Intention: We may not be "matched", but we love each other.