Binhai City Center, at a window seat of a Chinese restaurant, Qin Yanyang and Yang Wen were having dinner.
"Sister-in-law, you've been with my brother for such a long time now, have you fallen for him?" Yang Wen cheekily asked Qin Yanyang.
Qin Yanyang answered with ease, "I'm not sure how to define this kind of liking between a man and a woman. But I don't dislike him, and I'm quite used to being together like this."
Yang Wen's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Not disliking him means you like him."
Qin Yanyang gave a faint smile and didn't refute, saying, "If you put it that way, then consider it liking. But it seems not enough for the romantic love between a man and a woman."
"You can always cultivate that slowly. As long as you two don't repel each other and enjoy each other's company, feelings will develop over time, right? There's a saying, 'Familiarity breeds fondness,'" Yang Wen said with a giggly smile, "I think you two are quite a good match."
