清早起来, 将咖啡煮上, 然后去溜(应为足字旁)狗; 回来的路上, 顺便把掷在门口的WSJ拿进来, 悄手悄脚地走进卧室, 在丈夫的额角轻轻一吻. 这时, 咖啡的香味已从厨房弥漫开来, 丈夫用力地嗅了嗅, 伸手一把将你搂过来, 眼神如朝阳般炙烈; 一抹红晕袭上你尚未上妆的脸颊, 你霎时已是春心荡漾. 就在这时, 你突然大叫一声, “ Wait a minute”. 看着丈夫迷惑,受伤的眼睛, 你站起身来说道, “ I have to have some coffee first”.
“Coffee? Why?” Your husband is still puzzled.
“Honey, just wait for a few minutes, then I’ll tell you why.” 看着你坚定不移的样子, 丈夫只好无奈地缩回到被子里面去了.
