Evelyn stumped on her feet as she scoffed, "Want me t o beg you? Just keep dreaming!"
Hmph.
Darryl shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, go find someone else to refine the pill then. Goodbye."
Darryl turned and left with that. However, Circe stopped him when he almost reached the door.
"Darryl, please don't be mad. Evelyn really needs this pill,” pleaded Circe softly.
Darryl laughed as he knew too much Yin energy would result in painful menstruation cramps and Evelyn would suffer terribly every month without the Yang Pill. Darryl was just messing with Evelyn but when he saw that she did not even speak up, he turned around and was prepared to leave.
"I-I beg you on behalf of her, is that okay?" Circe panicked as she was afraid Darryl would leave. She bit her lips and pleaded softly, "I beg you on behalf of Evelyn. P-Please, help Evelyn to refine the pill." 3
Circe could never imagine herself saying that! She was usually as cold as ice, especially in front of men, yet she pleaded Darryl today.
"Circe!" Evelyn pulled on her hand before yelling at Darryl, "You! You better watch out! I don't need your
help!” "Aww..." Darryl laughed. He found her so cute that he could not help messing with her. "Your best friend Circe has begged me. Of course, I’ll help you even if you don't need it."
The ladies beside them frowned in confusion.
"Circe, this dude doesn’t seem like he knows how to refine the pill. Is he lying?”
"Yeah, he would have earned a fortune selling them if he really does know how to refine those pills. Look at him, he's dressed in cheap clothes and doesn't seem rich at all." 1
"I know! In addition, Yang Pill's recipe has been lost for a long time."
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