The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 632 Ms. Lyra, I like you

Malcolm and Micah looked at each other, and were sad wordlessly.

They couldn't do nothing about it. A man should be willing to admit defeat.

Malcolm took a deep breath, pursed his thin lips, and continued to try to do push-ups, using the

strength of his waist and abdomen to lower his center of gravity.

With the strength of the waist and abdomen, he can almost touch the ground.

The entire thin water balloon was directly pressed into a flat shape.

With a bang sound, the first water balloon under Malcolm finally burst as he wished.

The splashes of water brought a burst of coolness.

Malcolm's arms trembled slightly. He was constantly adjusting his breathing, and it took a lot of physical

strength to just pop one balloon.

How long will it take to complete 100 that went on like this?

He was still waiting to go back to the hotel in the evening to have sex with Lyra. What if he was

exhausted? He would get back pain when he woke up tomorrow morning, right?

Malcolm softened his voice and whispered with a tone of begging for mercy, "Babe, I don't want to

spend the night at the swimming pool. I want to go back to the hotel, and I want to sleep with you."

Lyra knew what he meant by "sleep" was not just sleep.

She raised her hand and patted his firm buttocks lightly, causing a burst of ambiguous aura.

"Don't act shamelessly. Do the second push-up."

Lyra took the next balloon from the bucket and placed it firmly on the ground and under Malcolm.

Malcolm sighed and thought he asked for it by taking the initiative to bet today.

To win his wife was disgraceful.

To lose the game was so tormenting.

He continued to say in a soft voice, "Rara, if this goes on like this, I will get back pain when I wake up

tomorrow morning..."

Lyra was teasing him originally and didn't plan to let them burst 100 balloons. In fact, she wanted them

to shrank back from difficulties so that she could play a prank on them.

After all, to pop 100 water balloons was too tiring.

But Malcolm just finished one, so he acted like a spoiled child. She was secretly unhappy, and patted

his buttocks intimately twice, "No more talk. Do a few more."

This sounded like there was a turning point. Malcolm leaned over obediently and continued a new

round of fighting with the balloon.

As for Micah, there was still no movement.

With his strong arms, he was maintaining a push-up ready position, but secretly looking at the situation

on Malcolm and Lyra's side.

Seeing that Malcolm had burst one, Micah refused to admit being inferior, kept up with the progress

and tried the numberless times.

The offspring of Lloyd family had been practise martial arts since they were young. Among Collin,

Micah, Keith and Lyra, none of them was weak but all had a great physical strength.

But compared to Malcolm, who had been trained hard from a military region, he was still slightly

inferior.

Micah tried his best but it was still difficult to burst the balloon. Abigail sighed and quietly used her long

nails to poke it.

With a bang sound, the balloon was burst.

Micah, who was kept in the dark felt a sense of accomplishment and was proud of his strong waist.

He turned his head, "Abigail, I succeeded."

Abigail complimented without disclosing, "Continue and hurry up to the next one."

Micah had high fighting spirit and looked like he wanted to show his advantages to his future wife.

Two men laboriously completed the task of water balloon push-ups. Lyra and Abigail looked at each

other with helplessness and smiled at each other, as if they had reached a certain consensus.

It was much easier later. Lyra and Abigail quietly made petty moves, which not only did not ruin the

self-esteem of their men's physical strength, but also help them save some effort.

The push-ups were getting better and better, and both Malcolm and Micah felt as though they had

found a rule to do it easily.

When the two burst thirty balloons one after another, their waist and abdomen gradually became sore,

and Lyra knew when to stop and let them go.

"Okay, let's put the rest for the next time, and resume it when we come here again. I'm a little hungry.

Let's get changed, go to the lively night market in Teprax, and have some beer. How about it? "

Abigail echoed, "Alright, I'm also hungry and need food to heal myself."

The two walked away from their men's backs. Talking and laughing, they turned around, went to the

locker room, and left behind Micah who was still in a push-up position. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Micah glanced back inexplicably, and asked Malcolm, "They are... letting us go?"

Malcolm stood up, "Do you really want to do 100 push-ups? Didn't you realize that Rara and your

fiancee help us on purpose?"

The first one balloon was extremely difficult to pop, but the later was easier. Women who had sharp

tongues but soft hearts.

Micah got up and rubbed his sore waist and didn't answer.

Malcolm: "After 100 push-ups, I'm afraid there will be no bedtime dessert tonight. On the first night of a

foreign trip, Micah, you don't want to leave an unforgettable memory?"

"It makes sense." Micah understood and skillfully massaged the acupuncture points for himself to

relieve the pain in the waist.

The two walked into the locker room one after another.

Ten minutes later, the two men were dressed in expensive clothes and returned to their former cold

looks.

Lyra and Abigail walked ahead. Malcolm and Micah followed behind them with bags once again.

Teprax's night market was very lively and the variety of food was very rich.

Lyra and Abigail ordered quite a lot dishes and a dozen of beer.

Four rich people from Crana's wealthy families, sitting in the brightly lit street, were very down-to-earth.

Micah looked at the various food on the table and asked Abigail in a low voice, "Abigail, aren't you one

diet? You order so many food. The fat content is very high. Tomorrow may be... uh!"

Before he could finish his dangerous words, Lyra quickly stuffed a piece of fragrant curry chicken into

his mouth.

"Micah, try this. It's delicious. No more counting the fat."

Micah wisely chewed the chicken nugget in his mouth and remained silent.

Malcolm sorted out the bones of a little yellow croaker in an orderly manner, fed the fish meat to Lyra's

mouth, and smiled fondly, "You can eat at ease. Even if you gain some weights, it will not affect your

gorgeous appearance. I like it all."

Lyra glanced at Micah's face, pursed her lips and smiled, and accepted the feeding obediently.

Abigail suppressed her anger.

It was sure enough. They can't be compared. From the time of the plane to the present, Micah either

didn't speak, or his words were beyond her expectation. He never said a few correct words with high

emotional intelligence.

She was so angry that she stuffed a lot of high-fat meat into Micah's plate. "Eat more. Since I'm on diet,

you can help me with this meat. You are thin anyway. You are not afraid of eating more."

Micah didn't dare to answer so he just accepted the meat that Abigail served him.

At ten o'clock, not only was the night market not deserted, but there were even more and more people

coming out for supper.

They had almost done eating and drank all the beer.

Micah was not good at drinking, and was even more afraid that if he drank too much, he will make a

fool of himself in front of Rara and Malcolm, so he only drank one bottle of beer.

Lyra and Abigail returned happily. And the blushes of drunkenness appeared on their pretty faces,

which was very beautiful.

The four ordered two double-bed rooms which were next to each other.

Before entering the door, Abigail hugged Lyra and said unwillingly, "Lyra, you are so beautiful and

excellent. If I were a man, I would like you too."

Malcolm sullenly reminded Micah, "She's drunk. Take your fiancee back to the room and get some rest

early."

Micah was about to step forward while Abigail hugged Lyra tightly, "I don't want to. I won't share a room

with you. I want to sleep with Lyra tonight. Ms. Lyra, I like you."

Micah and Malcolm were speechless.