暮光之城•暮色 第211期:第十三章 自白(6)
His lovely eyes seem to glow with rash excitement. Then, as the seconds passed, they dimmed.His expression slowly folded into a mask of ancient sadness.
他可爱的眼睛似乎因为一阵鲁莽的兴奋而闪闪发光。然后，随着时间一分一秒地过去，它们黯淡下来。他的表情慢慢地变成了一个写满了古老的悲伤的面具。
"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his velvet voice unintentionally seductive. "I promise…" Hehesitated. "I swear not to hurt you." He seemed more concerned with convincing himself thanme.
“别害怕。”他喃喃低语道，他天鹅绒般的声音充满了无心的诱惑。“我保证……”他犹豫了一下。“我发誓我不会伤害你的。”他不止是在说服我，他似乎更想让他自己坚信这一点。
"Don't be afraid," he whispered again as he stepped closer, with exaggerated slowness. He satsinuously, with deliberately unhurried movements, till our faces were on the same level, just afoot apart.
“别害怕。”他又一次低声耳语道，走得更近些，步子缓慢得夸张。他弯曲着身子坐下来，故意让动作显得从容不迫，直到我们脸在同一水平线上，只有一步之遥。
"Please forgive me," he said formally. "I can control myself. You caught me off guard. But I'mon my best behavior now."
“请原谅我。”他用正式的语气说道。“我能控制住自己了。你碰巧赶上了我失去警戒。但现在我非常规矩。”
He waited, but I still couldn't speak.
他等待着，但我还是没法说话。
"I'm not thirsty today, honestly." He winked.
“不瞒你说，我今天不渴。”他眨了眨眼。
At that I had to laugh, though the sound was shaky and breathless.
对此我不得不大笑起来，但我的声音很虚弱，几乎透不过气来。
"Are you all right?" he asked tenderly, reaching out slowly, carefully, to place his marble handback in mine.
“你还好吗?”他体贴地问道，慢慢地伸出手，小心地，把他宛如大理石般的手放到我手中。
I looked at his smooth, cold hand, and then at his eyes. They were soft, repentant. I lookedback at his hand, and then deliberately returned to tracing the lines in his hand with myfingertip. I looked up and smiled timidly.
我看着他光洁冰冷的手，然后看向他的眼睛。它们是那么的温和，充满了悔意。我看回他的手，然后不慌不忙地让我的指尖回到他手上，轻描着他掌心的线条。我抬起头，羞怯地笑了。
他可爱的眼睛似乎因为一阵鲁莽的兴奋而闪闪发光。然后，随着时间一分一秒地过去，它们黯淡下来。他的表情慢慢地变成了一个写满了古老的悲伤的面具。
"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his velvet voice unintentionally seductive. "I promise…" Hehesitated. "I swear not to hurt you." He seemed more concerned with convincing himself thanme.
“别害怕。”他喃喃低语道，他天鹅绒般的声音充满了无心的诱惑。“我保证……”他犹豫了一下。“我发誓我不会伤害你的。”他不止是在说服我，他似乎更想让他自己坚信这一点。
"Don't be afraid," he whispered again as he stepped closer, with exaggerated slowness. He satsinuously, with deliberately unhurried movements, till our faces were on the same level, just afoot apart.
“别害怕。”他又一次低声耳语道，走得更近些，步子缓慢得夸张。他弯曲着身子坐下来，故意让动作显得从容不迫，直到我们脸在同一水平线上，只有一步之遥。
"Please forgive me," he said formally. "I can control myself. You caught me off guard. But I'mon my best behavior now."
“请原谅我。”他用正式的语气说道。“我能控制住自己了。你碰巧赶上了我失去警戒。但现在我非常规矩。”
He waited, but I still couldn't speak.
他等待着，但我还是没法说话。
"I'm not thirsty today, honestly." He winked.
“不瞒你说，我今天不渴。”他眨了眨眼。
At that I had to laugh, though the sound was shaky and breathless.
对此我不得不大笑起来，但我的声音很虚弱，几乎透不过气来。
"Are you all right?" he asked tenderly, reaching out slowly, carefully, to place his marble handback in mine.
“你还好吗?”他体贴地问道，慢慢地伸出手，小心地，把他宛如大理石般的手放到我手中。
I looked at his smooth, cold hand, and then at his eyes. They were soft, repentant. I lookedback at his hand, and then deliberately returned to tracing the lines in his hand with myfingertip. I looked up and smiled timidly.
我看着他光洁冰冷的手，然后看向他的眼睛。它们是那么的温和，充满了悔意。我看回他的手，然后不慌不忙地让我的指尖回到他手上，轻描着他掌心的线条。我抬起头，羞怯地笑了。
