Yan Qianyi explained, "What love or passion, didn't I tell you? I had a fake marriage with him; we're not a real husband and wife."
Yan Chuhua looked utterly disbelieving, "But you slept together last night."
"He slept on the sofa."
"But last night, I saw him holding your hand, looking very concerned about you. You two make such a good match standing together."
"Anyway, it's not what you think."
"Qianyi," Yan Chuhua said seriously, "I can tell what's in a person's heart just by looking into their eyes. Last night, the way your husband looked at you, it was like he likes you."
Yan Qianyi laughed it off as if she had heard a joke, "Don't be ridiculous. I trust your judgment of people, but sometimes, the human heart is very complex. It's not something you can see through with the naked eye. Let's drop it."
She wasn't an idiot; she could still sense whether someone liked her or not.
The Mu Yunlie that Chuhua saw last night was under the influence of the toxins in his body.