我的眼睛从洗碗机移到墙,我在制造一个可以让我离开去试试的好借口。
My eyes jogged from the radiator, to the dishwasher, to the pots hanging on the wall.
他是我的丈夫,理事长说,好象在自言自语,眼睛盯着那台停着不动的车。
It's my husband, the director said with her eyes fixed on the stationary car, as if she were talking to herself.
时间一分一秒地过去,她越来越生气,心想:“要不是我脾气好,我早把他的眼睛打青了!”
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking,"If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
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