标签：ant mile read str was anything 声音 expec nal
I tried very hard not to be aware of him for the rest of the hour, and,since that was impossible, at least not to let him know that I was aware of him.
我很难尽力在剩下的时间里面不去注意到他，毕竟这不太可能，至少让他不让意识到我在注意他。
那堂课剩下的时间里，我竭力不让自己去注意他。虽然，这不太可能，至少不能让他知道我在注意他。
When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to him to gather my things, expecting him to leave immediately as usual.
最后当铃声响起的时候，我转身收拾我的东西，期待他想往常一样立刻就走了。
当铃声响起时，我转身背对着他，开始收拾东西，希望他能像平常一样立刻离开。
"Bella?" His voice shouldn‘t have been so familiar to me, as if I‘d known the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.
“Bella？”他的声音不应该让我如此熟悉，就像这声音并非在短短几周前听过，而像是我一生都一直记着。
“贝拉？”我不应该这样熟悉他的声音的。就好像他的声音我已经听了整整一辈子，而不是只有短短的几个星期。
I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didn‘t want to feel what I knew I would feel when I looked at his too-perfect face.
我不愿意的慢慢转过去。当我看见他过于完美的脸时我不想让我自己感觉到那种我想感觉到的感觉。
我很不情愿地，慢慢转过身去。我不想体验那种感受，那种我早就知道的，当我凝视着他太过俊美的面庞时，我所感觉到的一切。
My expression was wary when I finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable. He didn‘t say anything.
当我最后转向他的时候我的表现是很谨慎的；他的表现是难以理解的。他没有说任何东西。
当我看向他的时候，脸上写满了警惕。他的表情有些难以琢磨。他什么也没说。
"What? Are you speaking to me again?" I finally asked, an unintentional note of petulance in my voice.
“什么？你能在说一遍吗？”我最终发问了，无意识的带着生气的声音。
“怎么了？你又开始跟我说话了？”我最终还是开口问道。我的声音里充满了火药味，虽然我不是故意的。
His lips twitched, fighting a smile. "No, not really," he admitted.
他的嘴唇抽动了，露出了一个笑容。“没，没什么，”他承认到。
他的嘴唇抽动了一下，用微笑来反击我。“不，确切的说，不是。”他承认道。
I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was gritting my teeth. He waited.
我闭上了我的眼睛并且慢慢的用鼻子吸了一口气，意识到我咬紧了我的牙齿。他依旧等着。
我闭上眼睛，用鼻子缓缓地吸了一口气，注意到自己正在咬牙切齿。他在等着。
标签：ant mile read str was anything 声音 expec nal
原文地址：http://www.cnblogs.com/linkstar/p/6659560.html
