Chapter 549 Come on, babe, let''s see who gets tired first


    With a hiss of pain inside, Malcolm abruptly opened the door to the basement.


    The moment the lights were turned on, he saw the mess inside.


    The original venting gadgets prepared for Lyra were all torn to pieces by Lyra.


    In her manic state, she was like an evil.


    Malcolm cared more about Lyra than the condition of the other items in the basement.


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    But he saw Lyra without any bruises or blood on her body. Her horrifyingly red eyes were staring


    straight at him, like watching prey waiting to be released.


    "Rara?"


    Malcolm shouted uncertainly.


    No response.


    Obviously, she was not out of the cranky state yet.


    He instantly understood that the Lyra in the attack was deliberately making a different sound to attract


    him to open the door because she had run out of venting tools.


    Lyra had lost her consciousness, but her mind was still sharp.


    Malcolm stood still and watched her from a distance, waiting for her to dismantle the sandbag and


    charge towards him.


    Within two minutes, thest sandbag was torn into pieces and the quicksand fell all over the floor.


    Lyra, like a terrifying demon, rushed towards Malcolm with great speed.


    A p whistled through the air.


    Malcolm clutched her wrist and deftly avoided Lyra''s attacks.


    The two just fought in the basement.


    Before in the bedroom, it was not convenient to do so. He was afraid that Lyra dropped things and hurt


    herself in chaos.


    It was not so in the basement, where it had been modified and there were no sharp things. As long as


    he controlled the proportion of his strikes, he will not let Lyra get hurt.


    "Come on, babe, let''s see who gets tired first."


    The door was already open, and he was already in Lyra''s sights.


    There was no way back, and he can not allow her to use him as a human sandbag to vent out her


    anger, or leave marks on his body. Otherwise, Rara would be angry.


    He had no choice but to fight and use his own stamina to bnce Lyra''s.


    Lyra knew how to practise jiu-jitsu. Plus being crazy, every move was very real and powerful, even to


    his vital organ.


    Malcolm could not hurt her too badly, and was forced to retreat, and could only force himself to focus


    on her attacks.


    The fight between the two had been going on for more than half an hour. Under the disparity between


    the physical strength of men and women, Lyra gradually lost strength because the attack just started so


    fierce.


    Malcolm took advantage of the situation and attacked with a slightly heavier force, but stopped each


    time before he was about to hurt her.


    It was more than ten minutes of continuous warfare. The hostility in her eyes gradually reduced and


    she looked a bit of tired.


    As she waspletely helpless to fight back and fainted, Malcolm steadily took her into his arms.


    At this fighting, two people were tired and sweating at the same time.


    Malcolm carried the unconscious Lyra, went back to the bedroom, and helped Lyra and himself take a


    shower before driving to theb.


    This time, because of an unexpected situation, by the time they arrived at theboratory, it was already


    Jimmy came here day after day. Because he worked overtime at night, his sleep was disturbed. Tonight


    was surprisingte and he yawned a lot. However, the infusion process was still steady as hell.


    By the time Malcolm returned to Lyre Spiti with Lyra, who had finished her infusion, it was six o''clock.


    The sky was getting lighter.


    He didn''t get any sleep all night and braced himself for sleepiness to carry Lyra back to the bedroom to


    rest.


    The two slept for a long time.


    Lyra didn''t wake up until 2:00 or 3:00 pm.


    Feeling her waist was wrapped tightly in her sleep, Lyra carefully turned over, and saw Malcolm who


    was sleeping soundly.


    He had exquisite features and excellent skin. When he was asleep, he was still handsome.


    Lyra admired her husband as if he had been finely sculpted by the Creator, and her fingertips daintily


    slid on the bridge of his nose.


    Malcolm woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he did was to put his arms around Lyra


    and give her an overwhelming kiss of greeting.


    Lyra was tickled by his kiss. Her palm covered his face and pushed him away.


    "Stop it. Tell me aboutst night. How did it go?"


    Malcolm quickly turned serious and told her all aboutst night''s ident.


    The attempt to lock Lyra in the basement and have something else help her vent out failed.


    The bedroom quickly fell into silence as the two mulled the matter over with each other.


    Lyra discussed solutions with him.


    "Honey, how about, tonight we shift positions? We sleep together at the basement, put away all the


    things that are in the way or easily make us injured. And then you apany me to fight and consume


    my strength, but you have to guarantee that you will not be injured, okay?"


    As for this approach, he would also be very tired.


    After the fight, he had to help Lyra bathe, hold her all the time, take her to theb and bring her back.


    Afterst night''s fight, carrying Rara back from theb and taking the stairs all the way up to the third


    floor bedroom made his stamina dropped significantly and he felt much morebored.


    But for now, that was the best way to go.


    Being exhausting together was the fastest way to help Lyra feel exhausted and pass out early.


    Malcolm ran his fingertips through the hair at the back of her head and rubbed her head dotingly,


    "Okay, as you wish, I''ll sleep with you in the basement today. It must be quite an experience to be able


    to rest on the floor with you in the basement."


    Lyraughed, "Now then, pajamas off and the daily routine of whether or not you''re injured."


    "No really, no need to look."


    Lyra didn''tply and rolled over to sit on him, "If you don''t have one, then you must let me see it.


    Why don''t you dare to show me?"


    Malcolm''s thin lips were wickedly hooked, and his low voice was lustful and provocative, "Because I''m


    afraid you can''t resist and wants to eat me."


    Lyra was teased by his nice and slightly seductive voice, badly pressing herself against him and getting


    close to his ear.


    A very small voice responded to him, "Originally, I did not want to eat you, but I am sessfully


    provoked by you. So I have to eat a full meal."


    She offered her hand to unbutton Malcolm''s pajamas, exposing his exquisite abs to view.


    Lyra narrowed her eyes and her tongue licked the upper row of teeth. She was like a dainty and good-


    looking little cat.


    Malcolmy willingly as prey. His long eyshes covered the excitement in his dark eyes, quietly


    waiting to be eaten.


    No matter how hard it was to fight Lyra''s mania at night, it was incredibly worth it at this moment.


    Lyra leaned over and kissed his thin lipspassionately ...


    Ring-ring-ring


    The two had just begun their wonderful time when they were interrupted by the ringing of Lyra''s cell


    phone which was on the bedside table.


    Both of them were stunned at the same time.


    Lyra hesitated to answer it, but the phone kept ringing, and if she didn''t answer, the phone would keep


    ringing.


    In this case, it was usually a work thing.


    Lyra was forced to get off Malcolm to reach for her cell phone on the nightstand.


    It was her assistant at the Lloyd''s Corp, Sydney Howard.


    The phone was answered and Sydney was straight to the point, "Ms. Lloyd, AN Group''s business


    director, Anne Windsor took a ne to Cranast night. This morning, she has been waiting in the


    group. She must see you, or she wille every day. Do you want to see her? "