They clinked their glasses and John

They clinked their glasses and John turned around to hug his sister, who then shortly after turned towards Clara to hug her as well. However John seemed a little reluctant, just standing there, looking at her.
“Come on, give her a New Year's kiss,” Donna prompted him.
John turned around, glaring at Donna. “What?”
“A peck on the lips, go on, for good luck.”
Clara felt as if she was frozen on the spot and suddenly realized that Donna was either utterly clueless or too smart for her own good. Had she picked up on the thing that was going on between her and John and that neither of them dared to name or really talk about? No, she couldn't have. Or could she? Was it that obvious?
“She's right,” Clara heard herself saying, praying that her voice wasn't trembling, “It's bad luck if you don't.”
She gave John a weak, apologetic smile, hating herself just a little for jumping at the opportunity, but she really wanted to feel his lips on her own again and she would do just about anything for that right now.
“Alright,” John eventually said, clearing his throat.
He bent down and what was meant as a quick peck probably lasted a second longer than it should have. Clara closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of his lips brushing against her own and she was close to opening her mouth to invite him in, but before she had the chance John pulled away.
When Clara opened her eyes again, she caught a glimpse of Donna – smiling knowingly – and Clara quickly straightened her shirt to cover up the awkwardness of the situation.

“How about Scrabble?” Donna suddenly asked, breaking the awkward silence.
“What?” John asked, turning to look at her.
“The game?! Scrabble?!”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he agreed and quickly glanced back to Clara, a shy smile on his face, “Do you want to go home or stay for another game?”
“Do you want me to stay?” she asked nervously.
John nodded and so it was decided. Clara smiled and sat down on the sofa.

結果 (中文) 1:

They clinked their glasses and John turned around to hug his sister, who then shortly after turned towards Clara to hug her as well. However John seemed a little reluctant, just standing there, looking at her.“Come on, give her a New Year's kiss,” Donna prompted him.John turned around, glaring at Donna. “What?”“A peck on the lips, go on, for good luck.”Clara felt as if she was frozen on the spot and suddenly realized that Donna was either utterly clueless or too smart for her own good. Had she picked up on the thing that was going on between her and John and that neither of them dared to name or really talk about? No, she couldn't have. Or could she? Was it that obvious?“She's right,” Clara heard herself saying, praying that her voice wasn't trembling, “It's bad luck if you don't.”She gave John a weak, apologetic smile, hating herself just a little for jumping at the opportunity, but she really wanted to feel his lips on her own again and she would do just about anything for that right now.“Alright,” John eventually said, clearing his throat.He bent down and what was meant as a quick peck probably lasted a second longer than it should have. Clara closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of his lips brushing against her own and she was close to opening her mouth to invite him in, but before she had the chance John pulled away.When Clara opened her eyes again, she caught a glimpse of Donna – smiling knowingly – and Clara quickly straightened her shirt to cover up the awkwardness of the situation."怎么样拼字游戏？"唐娜突然问，打破尴尬的沉默。"什么？"约翰问，转过头看着她。"的游戏？ ！拼字游戏？ ！""哦，是的当然，"他同意和迅速瞥了一眼，回克莱拉，一个羞涩的笑在脸上，"做你想要回家或呆在另一场比赛吗？""你想我留下来吗？"她紧张地问。约翰点了点头，所以它被决定。克莱拉微笑着，坐在沙发上。

結果 (中文) 3:

他们碰了自己的眼镜和约翰转过身去拥抱他的妹妹，谁再不久后转向克拉拉拥抱她的好。然而，他似乎有点勉强，只是站在那里，看着她。“来，给她一个新年之吻，”唐娜促使他。约翰转过身来，瞪着唐娜。“什么？““啄着嘴唇，继续，祝好运。”克拉拉觉得她被冻结在现场，突然意识到，唐娜是完全为他自己好无能或太聪明。她和她和他之间发生的事，而这两个人都不敢说出，或是说什么？不，她不能有。还是她？是不是很明显？“她是对的，”克拉拉听到自己说，祈祷她的声音不会颤抖，“这是坏运气，如果你不。”她给了约翰一弱，歉意的微笑，恨自己只是一个小小的机会，在跳，但她真的很想感到他的嘴唇在她自己她又会做什么，现在。“好吧，”他最终说，清理他的喉咙。他弯了下来，什么是一个快速啄可能持续了一秒的时间比它应该有。克拉拉闭上了眼睛，用嘴唇蹭着自己的嘴唇，她很接近张开嘴，邀请他进来，但在她有机会把他拉走之前。当克拉拉再次睁开眼睛的时候，她瞥见唐娜–会意地微笑–和克拉拉迅速拉直她的衬衫掩饰尴尬的局面。“怎么样”的游戏吗？“唐娜突然问道，打破了尴尬的沉默。“什么？“翰问，转身看着她。“这场比赛？Scrabble ?！”“噢，是的，当然，”他同意并迅速向克拉拉瞥了一眼，脸上羞涩的笑容，“你想回家还是留在另一场比赛？““你想让我留下吗？“她紧张地问。翰点点头，所以决定。克拉拉笑着坐在沙发上。