Clara stopped her imagination when

Clara stopped her imagination when she found herself moaning internally and quickly turned her attention back to the groceries that still needed unpacking. She would not sleep with him again. The first time had been a mistake, a second time would just be complete stupidity.
When Clara was done putting away her shopping she went back into the living room, glad she was now able to look at him without her hormones driving her wild. And then she saw him holding a photograph.
“You know, you could've just told me you have a boyfriend,” the Doctor said, looking up from the only picture Clara had of herself and Danny as a couple.
She swallowed hard.
“I, uhm, I don't,” she replied simply and slightly shaken by the reminder of Danny. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to get into detail about how he had died in a car accident, “Not anymore. Please, just put the picture back.”
The Doctor obeyed and placed it on the exact same spot he had taken it from.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to pry,” he apologized and Clara was glad he didn't ask any more questions, “Shall we start cooking?”

He followed Clara wordlessly into the kitchen and watched her select the ingredients. She put a pan on the stove and started on the mince meat.
“Hey, can you pass me the thyme from that rack over there?” she asked and pointed at the small shelf filled with herbs.
The Doctor turned away from her and suddenly started humming.
“Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,” he sang and Clara had to refrain from laughing. Not because he wasn't a good singer, because he was, but because it just seemed silly at this moment.
“I said pass me the thyme, not burst into song,” Clara commented with a smile.
“Remember me to one who lives there,” he continued with a broad grin, handing her the herb she had wanted.
“Stop it,” she giggled.
“Ha!” the Doctor pointed at her, “You're laughing.”
“Of course I'm laughing, you're being extremely silly. Do you always do this?” Clara asked.
“What? Being silly? Yeah, sometimes.”
The Doctor grabbed the casserole and started greasing it.
“But I really just wanted to make you laugh,” he explained, “In fact, you should hire someone to make you laugh at least once a day cause I don't think you always remember on your own.”
“What? You mean like a clown?” Clara raised an eyebrow.
He gave a slight shrug. “If you're into that, sure, why not? He could be waiting in front of your door every morning with one of those flowers that spray water in your face.”
“Yeah, that would really brighten up my day,” she replied, her voice loaded with sarcasm.
“He'd be in a hospital with a really bad concussion by the end of the first week.”

結果 (中文) 1:

Clara stopped her imagination when she found herself moaning internally and quickly turned her attention back to the groceries that still needed unpacking. She would not sleep with him again. The first time had been a mistake, a second time would just be complete stupidity. When Clara was done putting away her shopping she went back into the living room, glad she was now able to look at him without her hormones driving her wild. And then she saw him holding a photograph.“You know, you could've just told me you have a boyfriend,” the Doctor said, looking up from the only picture Clara had of herself and Danny as a couple. She swallowed hard. “I, uhm, I don't,” she replied simply and slightly shaken by the reminder of Danny. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to get into detail about how he had died in a car accident, “Not anymore. Please, just put the picture back.”The Doctor obeyed and placed it on the exact same spot he had taken it from.“Sorry, I didn't mean to pry,” he apologized and Clara was glad he didn't ask any more questions, “Shall we start cooking?”He followed Clara wordlessly into the kitchen and watched her select the ingredients. She put a pan on the stove and started on the mince meat.“Hey, can you pass me the thyme from that rack over there?” she asked and pointed at the small shelf filled with herbs.The Doctor turned away from her and suddenly started humming. "欧芹、 鼠尾草、 迷迭香和百里香，"他唱和克拉拉不得不克制，不笑。不是因为他不是一个好的歌手，因为他了，但是因为它只是在这一刻似乎傻。"我说 ︰ 通过我的百里香，不放声歌唱，"克拉拉评论带着微笑。"记得我一个人住在那里，"他继续露出灿烂的笑容，递给她她想要的药草。"住手，"她咯咯地笑了。"哈 ！"医生指着她，"你在笑"。"当然在笑，你是多么愚蠢的行为。你总是这样吗？"克拉拉问道。"什么？傻吗？是的有时。医生抓住砂锅，开始给它涂油。"但我真的只是想让你开怀大笑，"他解释说，"事实上，你应该雇人来逗你笑至少一次一天因为我不认为你总是记得你自己"。"什么？你的意思是像小丑一样吗？"克莱拉抬了抬眉毛。他耸了耸轻微。"如果你变成那种，当然，为什么不呢？他可能要等你门前每天早晨在你脸上喷水那些花之一"。"是的这真的会照亮了我的一天，"她回答说，她的声音充满了讽刺。"他就会在年底的第一周真的坏脑震荡医院"。

結果 (中文) 3:

克拉拉停止了她的想象时，她发现自己在内部迅速把注意力回到仍需要打开杂货。她不会再和他一起睡觉了。第一次犯错误，第二次是完全的愚蠢。当克拉拉做了把她的购物，她回到客厅，高兴她现在可以看他没有她的激素驾驶她的野生。然后她看到他拿着一张照片。“你知道，你可以告诉我你有一个男朋友，”医生说，看着唯一的图片，克拉拉有自己的一对夫妇，丹尼。她吞咽困难。“我，呃，我不，”她回答说，只是稍微动摇了丹尼提醒。她现在想做的最后一件事就是要详细了解他在车祸中死亡的细节，“不再。请把这张照片放回。”医生服从了，并把它放置在他已从。“对不起，我不是故意的，”他道歉，克拉拉很高兴他没有问任何问题，“我们开始做饭吗？”“他跟着克拉拉一言不发地走进厨房，看着她食材的选择。她把锅在炉子上，开始在绞肉。“嘿，你能递给我的百里香从架在那里？“她问，并指出在小架子上充满了草药。医生转身离开了她，突然开始嗡嗡作响。“芜荽，鼠尾草，迷迭香和百里香，“他唱克拉拉不得不忍住不笑。不是因为他不是一个好歌手，因为他是，但因为它似乎在这一刻显得愚蠢。“我说给我的百里香，不放声歌唱，”克拉拉笑着说。“请记住我，一个住在那里的人，”他继续带着一个广阔的笑容，把她所想要的那一种药草递给她。“住手，”她咯咯地笑。“哈！医生指了指她，“你在笑。”“当然我在笑，你真是太傻了。你总是这样做吗？克拉拉问。“什么？是愚蠢的？是的，有时。”医生抓起砂锅开始润滑。“可是我真的只是想让你笑，”他解释道，“事实上，你应该雇一个人来让你每天至少笑一次，因为我不认为你总是记得自己。”“什么？你是说像个小丑？克拉拉扬起眉毛。他微微耸了耸肩。“如果你是这样的话，那为什么不呢？他可能是在你的门前，每天早晨在你的脸上喷水的那些花之一。”“是啊，那真的会照亮我的一天，”她回答，她的声音讽刺装。“第一周结束时，他会在医院里有一个非常糟糕的脑震荡。”