The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 632

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.