Melanie rustled in from her room, a worried frown puckering her forehead, a brush in her hands, her usually tidy black hair, freed of its net, fluffing about her face in a mass of tiny curls and waves.
这时媚兰从自己的房间里啊啊啊啊地走进来,她懊恼地蹙着眉头,手里拿着一把刷子,通常很整齐的那头黑发现在解开了发网,成了一大把波浪式的小小发卷披散在侧。