He pulled a wry face when I asked him how it had gone.
Pinocchio looked at the glass, made a wry face, and asked in a whining voice, "Is it sweet or bitter?"
At first he made a wry face, but, one after another, the skins and the cores disappeared.
I believe, it was serene when you sleep deeply and gradually with the expectation of living, because I really be afraid to touch your wry face.
She glanced at the writing-table heaped with books, opened a volume of the "Contes Drolatiques," made a wry face over the archaic French, and sighed: "What learned things you read!"
