拂开耳边那一绺黑色的卷发,艾瑞儿把她那只微型窃听器塞入耳中,倚在床上。“……不知道,卡洛斯,”传入耳中的是艾瑞儿听惯了的母亲那极力压抑着的声音,“也许我们应该到此结束,再从头开始。我不喜欢她现在的样子,这不是我们所希望的,而且……” Whisk the black curly hair on her ear, Arielle plunges her tiny bug into her ear and leans her bed. “... I do not know, Carlos,” came into the ears of the earnestly repressed voice Ereli used to listening to, “Maybe we should end it and start over. I do not like her This is not what we want, and ... ”