Han Li pinched Yun Miaoyi's chin with his left hand and Jiang Baiye's chin with his right, feeling nearly the same sensation from both, incredibly silky.
He looked at the red lips on the left, then at the red lips on the right; under the fiery glare of both women, Han Li gently leaned in and gave each one a kiss.
Having done this, Han Li let go, stepped back a few paces, and with a smile emerging on his face, lightly said:
"That's what I wanted to do."
"Ahhh~~"
"Han Li, I'm going to kill you, I must kill you." Yun Miaoyi was about to lose her mind with anger.
Her first kiss was taken away by this man without any preparation on her part.
Jiang Baiye didn't speak, but her pretty face was ice-cold, as if to drop the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees. She stared at Han Li intensively; if looks could kill, she would have slain him countless times.