Yang Ling went to see Xiao Bingqing the first time the next morning. In the past morning, when he got into Xiao Bingqing's attic as early as possible, he could always see some spring, or find the chance to be intimate with Xiao Bingqing. This is Yang Ling's most enjoyable moment.

But today it's a little different. When he comes in, he finds nobody in the attic.

"Aunt?" In a flash, Yang Ling's heart appeared unprecedented panic. He unconsciously felt that Xiao Bingqing did not get up to wash. He hurried to the makeup box and saw a note on it immediately.

The note is Xiao Bing's beautiful handwriting.

"Xiao...