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When Sharapova appeared on the TV screen and said, "I know he couldn't hear it, but I still want to thank him. He infected and inspired me with his unique charm. Youraisemeup, so that I could surpass myself!", the song "youraisemeup" sounded very appropriately on the TV.

"You inspired me... to surpass myself. You inspired me, so I can stand on the top of the mountains; you inspired me, so I can walk through the storm sea..."

Someone wiped his tears in front of the TV: "This is so touching!"

"Who is that 'he'?"

"I know, it must be not her dad anyway..."

"Then is he still alive?"

"I don't think it's possible. If Maria didn't see it, did she say he couldn't hear it? Only dead people wouldn't hear it?"

"Tsk tsk, that's a pity... If Sharapova is so moved, he must be a very good man, right?"

"Can Sharapova and him..."

"Hehe, maybe it's true..."

"That would be even more a pity!"

Jiang Feng, who was speculated to be dead, was with Sharapova at this time.

He did not watch Sharapova's award ceremony. When Sharapova was fighting with Davenport at the Rodravor Stadium in Melbourne, he was interviewed by Meng Tong in Beijing to fight back against Bill Gates' accusations against Jiang's group.

But he knew Sharapova had won the championship.

...

Jiang Feng had just arrived in New York when he received a call from Sharapova, saying that he was waiting for him in an old place.

When Jiang Feng rushed to the bar when they first met, he saw Sharapova in a winter skirt, a graceful and graceful manner, Jiang Feng was a little confused.

"To be honest... I really didn't expect you to come and treat me to a meal..."

"How could I regret what I said?" Sharapova said with a smile, "What do you want to eat, please, sister!"

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes, saying this as if he was a child who had not grown up...

"I have nothing to eat..."

"You are too uncooperating!"

"I mean, you let me tell you what I want to eat now...I really have no idea."

"Or...we'll go for Chinese food?" Sharapova suggested.

"Although I like Chinese food very much, eating Chinese food in the United States is really not a good suggestion. The Chinese food here does not taste as good as the original Chinese food."

"Well...what is the Russian dinner?"

“Salt and bread?”

"Of course not! By the way..." Sharapova clapped her hands suddenly, "Go to your house!"

Jiang Feng was startled: "What are you doing?"

"I'll make some specialties for you!" Sharapova was eager to try.

"We'd better find a random meal outside..."

"No! I have to go to your house!" Sharapova made up her mind.

Seeing Jiang Feng looking embarrassed, she smiled and said, "What? Are you still afraid that I will eat you?"

Her provocation was very effective, and Jiang Feng's neck stiffened: "I'm afraid I'll eat you!"

After saying that, he suddenly realized another meaning in his words, and he was embarrassed and silent.

As a result, this made the atmosphere even more awkward.

He watched Sharapova's face become redder and redder in this silence...

In the end, Sharapova and Jiang Feng appeared at the door of his apartment.

...

Jiang Feng was stunned when he looked at the table of sumptuous food - he didn't expect Sharapova to be really good at cooking.

"What's wrong? Don't like it?" Sharapova asked when she saw Jiang Feng was a little dazed.

"Uh, no." Jiang Feng shook his head and asked, "Since it's a celebration of victory... then do you have to have some bar?"

Sharapova clapped her hands: "I forgot this! Of course I'm going to drink!"

Jiang Feng turned around and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of wine. As a person who likes to drink, how could he not have wine stored at home? Wine, champagne, whiskey, vodka... all you can buy on the market are in Jiang Feng's wine cabinet.

Then when he returned, he looked up at the brightly lit restaurant, with several headlights on, reflecting like the daytime.

He suddenly felt that the bright lights were dazzling, so he raised his hand and turned off a few lights.

Sharapova was sitting at the dining table when she suddenly felt the lights dim. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Feng walking out of the dim shadow holding the wine.

When he appeared under the light, he told Sharapova: "I think this is more atmosphere."

Sharapova smiled sweetly: "Really."

Jiang Feng poured half a glass of wine for both of them, then picked up his glass, Jiang Feng said, "Congratulations on winning a championship."

A crisp and pleasant sound of ding, ruby-like wine rippled in the transparent glass, and small waves appeared.

The cup wall reflects the hazy and ambiguous faces of two people.

...

Jiang Feng has been having the same dream, dreaming that he was carrying heavy rocks and walking on the vast wilderness. Apart from the horizon, there was nothing in this wilderness, even a tree or a grass.

He didn't even know if he was moving forward or standing still. Because there was no reference at all, letting him know if he was moving.

Such dreams kept tormenting him and making him breathless.

Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate, he woke up.

The first glance was the ceiling he was familiar with - he was lying in his bedroom, and there was no doubt that he knew what the ceiling of his bedroom looked like.

Then he quickly found the reason why he felt breathless - a pink arm was pressing against his chest!

His eyes looked down the bare arm, and the first thing that caught his eye was the round shoulders, naked. Then there was a slender neck with a little fluffy. Looking down along the neck, it was without a strand of back, and then it was covered by a quilt.

When Jiang Feng was feeling sorry for not seeing the more exciting one, he suddenly realized that he was lying on his bed!

one**?!

He was shocked and suddenly lifted the quilt. When he lowered his head, he saw the thing that was about to be mosaiced in the picture - he was also naked!

I x, what's going on?!

His brain stopped responding for three seconds, and then he remembered to look at the face of the woman who had been lying on her face.

What he saw was Sharapova...

hiss--

Jiang Feng took a breath of air conditioning and almost rolled down from the bed.

Is it a real game this time?

Sharapova was unable to sleep well by Jiang Feng's twisting movements on the bed, and she frowned.

Looking at her vivid expression, Jiang Feng was sure that this was really Sharapova, not a ** who looked like Sharapova...

Do it! What did I do last night?

Let me think, well... Sharapova made a table of food, and then I went to get the wine, chatted while drinking, chatted while drinking... I had a lot of fun, drank several bottles of wine, and finally seemed to be drinking wine, vodka and champagne?

Jiang Feng could feel the sweat beads on his forehead...

Did we really drink last night and did things we had never done before and dared not do or should not do?

Jiang Feng carefully lifted up the quilt on Sharapova's back, and his eyes slid down from his bare back without any obstacles, all the way down... and further down, he saw the same bare butt egg!

Naked!

One! No! Hang!!

Really naked!

This is simply terrifying!

Jiang Feng grabbed his hair.

...

Jiang Feng sat on the sofa with a little bit of silence, while Sharapova was already blowing her blonde hair with a hairdryer in front of the mirror.

"I really didn't expect you to have a hair dryer here." Sharapova said while enjoying the hair dryer, looking at Jiang Feng in the mirror.
To be continued...