C74 Superficial Affection

The next day, Yu Beiyuan was playing with Aa Tong.

"Aa Tong, stop messing around." Yu Beiyuan couldn't help but cry out.

The latter was still throwing water at her to play. The two of them both felt a little wet. Yu Beiyuan's hair was also wet. Her hair was combed very smoothly. Even after getting wet, it still gave her a sense of beauty