C787 Accompanied by Acting

The wedding night should have been filled with joy and beauty, yet for both Situ Ying and Zhou Lin, it was nothing short of torture.

Situ Ying sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Zhou Lin seated before him. His hand hovered, hesitating to lift the veil that shrouded her head, as if beneath it lay not a face of unparalleled beauty but the grotesque visage of a demon.

Eventually