我正这么心有所想并有所感时，圣·约翰低下了头，他那希腊式的面孔，同我的摆到了一个平面上，他的眼睛穿心透肺般地探究着我的眼睛——他吻了我。

John bent his head; his Greek face was brought to a level with mine, his eyes questioned my eyes piercingly — he kissed me.

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我正这么心有所想并有所感时，圣·约翰低下了头，他那希腊式的面孔，同我的摆到了一个平面上，他的眼睛穿心透肺般地探究着我的眼睛——他吻了我。

John bent his head; his Greek face was brought to a level with mine, his eyes questioned my eyes piercingly — he kissed me.

youdao