God Made Incompatibility

In the deep winter at the end of December, the night was as cold as water, and under the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp, a thin layer of sweat shone on the foreheads and necks of the two people hugging each other on the bed.

Meng Wanji's eyes were still wet with water, and the end of her eyes was slightly red, which was the trace left when she was in a difficult situation. Sheng Jinshu really liked the way she disarmed and let others bully her.

She stood up and kissed Meng Wanji's eyebrows, Meng Wanji's eyes, Meng Wanji's nose and lips gently, soothing her.

Meng Wanji could feel her cherishment, and her heart and people would melt in her arms.

The two came from the bathroom to fight, and she felt a little uncomfortable thinking about her reaction just now. However, Sheng Jinshu was still unaware. She pushed back her sweaty forehead and praised her: "You know what? You looked so beautiful just now..."

Meng Wanji's enthusiasm surged up again.

She trembled, pretended to be calm, and asked Sheng Jinshu's army, "You're not drunk at all?"

A ruthless look after the event.

Sheng Jinshu was suddenly exposed, so he didn't panic. She lowered her head and rubbed the tip of Meng Wanji's nose like a kitten, and said with a smile, "I'm drunk, but I'm not completely drunk. The more I argue with you, the more sober I get."

Meng Wanji was dubious.

Sheng Jinshu added: "But, now I'm completely drunk again."

"Um?"

Sheng Jinshu stared at Meng Wanji, her eyes bright and sly: "I am fascinated by you."

"..." What kind of earthy words. Meng Wanji wanted to tighten her expression, but she couldn't help but be amused. "Beautiful words." She muttered softly.

Sheng Jinshu followed with a smile.

"Then let me say something sincere and simple?"

"Um?"

"Would you like to stay with me?" Her voice was soft and casual, as if she was not forcing it.

Meng Wanji knew that this might be the last time.

I used to think she was cynical and careless, but in fact she would be hurt and sad too. No amount of worries and hesitations can match the heartbeat and heartache at this moment.

She didn't answer, her eyes moved, she stretched her arms around Sheng Jinshu's neck, raised her upper body and kissed her actively, replacing words with actions.

Sheng Jinshu smiled brightly, calmed down, responded to her enthusiastically, and began to feel restless again.

"Tomorrow... there is still class..." Meng Wanji's breath was unsteady.

"It's okay, I'll be there soon." Sheng Jinshu kissed her chin coaxingly.

Meng Wanji was powerless to parry, and half pushed it.

The sky outside the window showed fish maw white, and Sheng Jinshu woke up to the harsh sound of the alarm clock.

During this period of time, I lived in Shen Tinghua's house, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the unfurnished ceiling in the dormitory. Sheng Jinshu didn't know where he was for a moment. In the next instant, she recognized that this was the dormitory, and the memory of last night suddenly flooded into her mind. She immediately turned her head to look at the bed beside her.

It's empty again!

Meng Wanji disappeared again.

Sheng Jinshu sat up, the long-lost anger from getting up was aroused by her. Didn't they all promise her? Why is this happening again? What did you take her for?

She was a little annoyed and a little flustered, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she opened the door and went out of the bedroom without wearing a nightgown, ready to ask the teacher to ask her guilt.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, the crispy smell of egg pancakes came out. She tilted her head subconsciously, and saw Meng Wanji standing in front of the stove with her hair in a braid and an apron, and the morning light cast a warm golden light on her.

Sheng Jinshu couldn't see her expression, but her heart had calmed down in an instant.

She approached her with light steps, stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, and asked lazily, "Aren't you sleepy?"

She lost her temper last night, and coaxed Meng Wanji into the middle of the night.

Meng Wanji was so serious that she didn't hear footsteps, she was suddenly hugged, froze for a moment, and then relaxed. She is seldom so intimate with people, and she is somewhat uncomfortable, but she has no desire to break free.

A little shy and a little sweet, she didn't answer directly: "I'm going to be late."

The rustling voice made Sheng Jinshu's ears itch. She hugged Meng Wanji tighter, as if her heart was filled with something.

"I thought you were gone again."

Meng Wanji's eyes softened, and she replied half-truth, "It's colder now."

so what? Do you need courage to go back to your room in the middle of the night? Sheng Jinshu laughed softly.

She pretended to be dissatisfied, pecked Meng Wanji's ear, and threatened: "Give you five seconds to reorganize the answer. I'm sad."

Meng Wanji raised her eyebrows, tilted her head to avoid her kiss, and ignored her with a light smile.

The two quarreled for a while, and Meng Wanji found that Sheng Jinshu was not wearing a nightgown, and rushed her back to the room to put on clothes and wash up, and Sheng Jinshu left with satisfaction.

The breakfast is a typical Chinese breakfast. Mushrooms and lean meat porridge, fried dough sticks, pancakes, and stir-fried vegetables are the breakfast dishes that Sheng Jinshu said when she was "scattering rice" that day.

Meng Wanji didn't say it outright, but Sheng Jinshu saw her apology.

That night, she was disrespectful to Meng Wanji, and the next day she prepared breakfast to apologize to Meng Wanji; Meng Wanji misunderstood her, so she prepared breakfast to apologize to her without showing off.

So cunning.

Sheng Jinshu stared at her with a half-smile.

Meng Wanji felt uncomfortable and lowered her head to drink porridge with a guilty conscience, and then Sheng Jinshu let go of her with her lips raised.

If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. Knowing that your mistakes are more serious, you can still forgive them.

She swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and her whole body felt warm.

After breakfast, the two rinsed their mouths and cleaned up a bit, then went out together with their bags.

While talking and laughing, I suddenly saw a girl sitting on the opposite wall not far from the elevator door. The girl bowed her head, with black hair scattered, she didn't know whether she was sleeping or was in a coma.

Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu's expressions changed suddenly.

Running hurriedly, Meng Wanji squatted down in front of Meng Chuyang, holding her head with one hand and shaking her shoulders with the other: "Chuyang? Chuyang!"

Meng Chuyang opened his eyes in a daze.

Meng Wanji frowned and looked at her.

Meng Chuyang muttered, "Sister..."

Meng Wanji was sure that she was all right, her panic decreased slightly, and the air pressure dropped: "Why are you here?"

Again the smell of alcohol.

Meng Chuyang sat up straight and found that his neck was twisted in sleep. He was about to act coquettish when he saw Meng Wanji's face was wrong, and immediately woke up.

She hesitated: "I... I had a fight with my mother last night..."

"so what?"

"So...so I felt bad, so...I went for a drink. The bar was closing, I had nowhere to go, so I wanted to come and find you to live for the night. No...I don't know why, so I just stumbled. Fell asleep……"

She had no idea what was going on, and she remembered knocking on the door before the clip. But here is not the door.

The more she spoke, the weaker her tone became, and the more Meng Wanji listened, the darker her face became. Intuition was not good, she looked at Sheng Jinshu as if asking for help.

Sheng Jin's eyebrows were also frowning, and she was just as scared, but she still rescued her with a soft heart.

"When you get up and move, the blood will stop flowing." She helped Meng Chuyang stand up, and then Meng Wanji suppressed her anger and fear, and stood up to give up her seat.

Sheng Jinshu reminded Meng Wanji: "I'm going to be late..."

Meng Chuyang saw the needle, clever and well-behaved: "Sister, I'm fine, you can go to class. If you are late for class in the morning, you can't even find a teacher to help you."

Meng Wanji watched her curry favor with the little appearance, but she really had nothing to do with her. Sighing helplessly in her heart, she asked her, "Is there a class today?"

Meng Chuyang replied in seconds: "No class, the previous class will be over in twelve weeks."

Meng Wanji's face darkened slightly.

Sheng Jinshu went down the steps for both parties: "Go to my and your sister's dormitory to have something to eat, drink some honey water, take a bath and sleep for a while, don't catch a cold."

She handed the key to Meng Chuyang.

Meng Chuyang didn't dare to answer, and blinked the dog's eyes to watch Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji nodded almost imperceptibly.

Only then did Meng Chuyang accept the key as if he was amnesty, clutching his twisted neck, saying, "Sister, then you should go to work first", and ran away in a hurry.

Meng Wanji frowned slowly again.

Sheng Jinshu held her hand. Meng Wanji came back to her senses, her brows slightly widened: "Let's go, go to class."

Sheng Jinshu should: "Yes."

The two stood side by side in the elevator, and Meng Wanji's mind was obviously still on Meng Chuyang. Sheng Jinshu explained: "Chuyang may just have a bad alcohol intake and drink too much. Next time, I will know what to do next."

Meng Wanji shook her head: "No."

"Um?"

"She was often drunk."

frequently? Sheng Jinshu was surprised that Meng Chuyang didn't look like such a senseless child.

"Is there any reason?"

Meng Wanji said, "I don't know."

If she knew, she would help her quit anyway. But Meng Chuyang, who respected her and listened to her very much in everything, didn't give up on this matter, and was not persuaded by her at all.

Sheng Jinshu fell silent.

After the first class in the morning, another class of Sheng Jinshu was in the last class. She guessed that Meng Wanji should not worry about Meng Chuyang. She met Meng Wanji in the office between classes and she offered to say, "I'll go back to the dormitory first. See Chu Yang?"

Meng Wanji was stunned for a moment, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and they were quickly pressed down again.

"No trouble?" she asked casually.

Sheng Jinshu was delighted to see it.

It's cute how she's happy and trying not to show it.

Like being stepped on by a kitten with a soft pad, Sheng Jinshu hooked his lips and replied, "No trouble."

She took an umbrella and walked back to the dormitory. Meng Chuyang had just taken a shower and was wearing the pajamas she had left at Meng Wanji's place before, motionless in front of the kitchen stove.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Jinshu asked with a smile.

Meng Chuyang seemed to see the savior, and pointed to the gas stove and said, "Sister Sheng, why can't this stove be turned on?"

Sheng Jinshu: "Have you opened the natural gas valve?"

Meng Chuyang: "?"

Sheng Jinshu: "..."

She grabbed a rubber band at the table and tied her hair into the kitchen: "What do you want to eat?"

Meng Chuyang was full of admiration and anticipation: "I just want to eat something hot."

Only after she took a bath did she find herself cold and hungry like a little match girl.

Sheng Jinshu laughed and patted her head: "You... can noodles be okay? It will be faster."

Meng Chuyang nodded like pounding garlic.

Sheng Jinshu boiled water, went to the refrigerator to get ingredients, beat eggs, and put seasonings in an orderly manner. Meng Chuyang applauded like a seal: "Sister, you are so amazing, I thought no girls like you would enter the kitchen."

Sheng Jinshu teased her: "What?"

Meng Chuyang was embarrassed to say, "He is very good at playing and has nothing to do with virtue and virtue". She said sweetly: "It's just like not sticking to firewood, rice, oil and salt, and not eating human fireworks."

Sheng Jinshu laughed, noncommittal.

She wanted to help Meng Wanji ask Meng Chuyang why she was often drunk, chatted with Meng Chuyang one after another, and naturally turned the topic to whether Meng Chuyang was in a relationship.

Meng Chuyang answered frankly: "No." She asked back, "What about you, sister, are you single now?"

Sheng Jinshu's hand under the bar paused, and after a while, she responded, "No."

Meng Chuyang's eyes suddenly lit up, gossiping: "Wow, what kind of boy is worthy of sister you. Sister, tell me quickly, handsome or not, do you have any photos?"

Sheng Jinshu: "..."

If it's someone who doesn't matter, she doesn't care about it at all, and doesn't care. But Meng Chuyang is Meng Wanji's younger sister, and she is not sure that Meng Wanji doesn't want her to confess to Meng Chuyang.

Even if it's just her own sexual confession.

While hesitating, Meng Chuyang seemed to have noticed something and asked hesitantly, "Or...is it a girl?"

Sheng Jinshu's hand was scalded by the splashing soup.