"Silly girl, that's not how you kiss..." Derick, somewhat amused, gently pried open the girl's hands.
Before Lin Mo'er could react, Derick cradled her head and kissed her directly. Compared to the girl's awkward and inexperienced technique, Derick was much more skilled.
He effortlessly used his tongue to part the girl's lips, slipping his agile tongue inside, delving deep into her mouth, entwining with her small tongue.
The sudden deep kiss caught Lin Mo'er off guard like a storm. The sweet friction of their entwined tongues left her mind blank. She simply closed her eyes obediently, as if everything was natural, forgetting to think, not wanting to think, instinctively wanting to hold Derick tightly, even tighter.
Driven by Derick's masterful kissing, the girl seemed like a puppet being controlled, passively following the man's lead, immersed in this romantic and sweet kiss, as if she were about to soar into the sky, docile and obedient.
