After Being Reborn, My Bride Is a Peerless Fox Demon

"Husband, it's late." The woman's voice beneath the red veil was soft and sweet, tinged with the bashfulness of a newlywed. Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed. He remembered that the original owner of this body had drunk far too much wedding wine the night before and had been carried back by a servant, dead to the world. He was supposed to lift the veil. By custom, he should share a nuptial cup with this bride he'd never met and exchange a few auspicious words. But the bloodstain on his palm was still warm, and the lamp that had gone out in the corridor had never lit again. "I'm going to the privy." Lin Mo made a feeble excuse and turned to leave. But someone gently tugged at his sleeve. The touch was cold, unlike the warmth of a living person. Lin Mo stiffly turned his head. One corner of the red veil slipped aside, revealing half of a pale jaw. The bride's fingers rested on his sleeve, her nails stained with henna, so dark a red they were almost black. "Husband, what's the hurry?" She gave a soft laugh, her voice seemingly laced with shards of ice. "I've prepared the nuptial wine." Suddenly, the dragon-and-phoenix candle on the table crackled and spat a spark. Its flame leapt half an inch higher, casting their shadows on the wall. Lin Mo glimpsed the bride's shadow beside his own... and saw that it had no feet. The sight defied all reason, and the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood on end. He wrenched his arm free from that icy hand and stumbled backward into the corner of the table. The wine pot crashed to the floor, and amber liquid splashed across the blue-gray bricks, spreading into a bizarre pattern... one just like the fox-demon totem he'd seen in a museum in his previous life. "Husband, what's wrong?" The bride slowly raised her hand and lifted the red veil completely.