The Pirate Garen

Chapter 173 Special Chatting Posture

Walking side by side with Galen, Kalifa felt a little uneasy.

Her steps were a little shaky and unsteady, and her pink cheeks were also burning hot. She always lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly at Galen beside her, but she glanced at him quietly from time to time.

The calm, strong, and aggressive Kalifa in the past is more like a nervous little girl at this moment.

Because in Kalifa's mind, Galen is not only a famous king under the Qiwuhai, but also a peerless powerhouse who can stir up the wind and clouds, but also an extremely noble Celestial Dragon, Kalifa the CP9 Agent's "master".

According to the brainwashing education of CP9 training agents, dedicating oneself to the Tianlong people is the awareness that every CP9 agent should have.

so.

Although Kalifa lured Galen to communicate in private just to request assistance on behalf of CP9, Kalifa had to seriously think about such a question:

When we get to the room later, if Galen, who is seduced by himself, really wants to do something indescribable with her, she

Can you refuse?

Although Khalifa is good at using her own charm, she has the charm of a mature woman in every gesture, but she herself is a combat agent who takes the "tough guy" route, and has no actual combat experience in indescribable aspects.

So faced with such a complicated and difficult decision, Kalifa couldn't help but fell into tension and confusion just like a little girl.

Thinking of this, Kalifa's pace unconsciously slowed down.

"Didn't you talk to me, why are you walking so slowly?"

Galen's displeased urging voice immediately reached Kalifa's ears:

"Time is running out, let's hurry up!"

"Is this so urgent?"

Khalifa nervously pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of her nose, and the blush on her face suddenly became a little stronger.

"Of course I'm in a hurry!"

Galen was a little agitated, and said angrily: "If you don't hurry up, you will be killed."

Khalifa covered her chest with one hand, forcing herself to suppress Xiaolu's beating heartbeat.

Under Galen's eager gaze, Kalifa, whose body was somewhat limp, could only bite the bullet and speed up her pace.

Her private lounge has finally arrived.

As soon as the door opened, it turned out to be a bright and warm pink color that did not match Kalifa's appearance.

“I really didn’t expect that”

Galen joked a little amusedly: "A mature beauty like you would use such girly decorations?"

Khalifa didn't respond, but just stood there blankly at the door like a shutdown.

She realized with some horror that she had really stood at the crossroads of this major decision:

To refuse or to obey.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come in!"

Galen urged impatiently, but reached out and stroked Kalifa's back.

Khalifa trembled all over, and her brain began to become confused.

With a little force, Galen pushed the dazed Kalifa in, then turned around and closed the door without delay.

There was a crisp sound of the lock spring, and it echoed in the quiet room.

The echo faded away, and the room was so quiet that only the breathing of a man and a woman remained.

"Kalifa"

Galen walked up to Kalifa, with a calm, indifferent but imposing smile on his face:

"I understand what you mean."

"I"

Khalifa's breathing suddenly became a little heavy, but she stammered and whispered: "I didn't mean that, I actually was"

But Galen continued regardless:

"Since you have something to talk to me about."

"Then let's hurry up and start!"

"Open, start?"

Kalifa's body trembled slightly, and waves of turmoil arose in her heart:

what to do?

Should we directly reveal the identity of the government agent and lead the conversation to the official affairs assigned by Chief Spandam?

But the other party is an aristocratic noble in the world!

As a CP9 agent, I am even more unqualified and have no position to refuse the "reasonable" request of this adult.

Kalifa looked at Galen in front of him with complicated eyes:

Young and handsome, masculine and tough, powerful and famous, he is a distinguished world nobleman and his own "master" in name.

"Forget it!"

Kalifa secretly sighed and made a very tangled decision in her heart:

"If I obediently meet the request of Lord Galen now, surely he will not refuse our request for help in the future."

"This, this is considered to be dedicated to the mission!"

Kalifa, a dedicated agent, finally chose to obey.

In Galen's "anticipating" gaze

Khalifa took off her bookish gold-rimmed glasses, and untied the bun that was passing through the back of her head, and her long golden hair with an elegant and fragrant atmosphere fell down her shoulders.

Her eyes became a little dodgy, but her hands kept moving, and she unbuttoned the two buttons of her shirt in the blink of an eye.

Originally a decent female clerk dressed conservatively, she turned into a sexy, mature and wild beauty in an instant.

"Why is it still in a different shape?"

Galen didn't intend to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all, but urged impatiently: "Can't we hurry up and get to the point?"

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Kalifa's heart shuddered, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she slammed into Galen's arms.

Galen only felt a gust of fragrant wind rushing towards his face, and suddenly felt a soft and elastic warmth on his arms and chest.

Kalifa herself is a master of the sixth naval form of physical skills, and this resolute bump pushed Galen who was caught off guard to the sofa behind.

But Kalifa, who was determined to dedicate herself to the World Government, buried her head on Galen's shoulder regardless, and lay in Galen's arms like a kitten, waiting anxiously for Galen's actions.

Galen fell limply on the sofa, subconsciously hugging Kalifa's soft body in his arms.

Kalifa's mature body is much more plump than that of the underage Nami, and it made Galen feel a little dizzy when he started.

His brain instinctively felt a kind of pleasure, and the expression on his face was even more so.

Confused.

"What are you doing?"

Galen asked Kalifa who was pressing on him with a blank face.

"Eh?"

Khalifa let out an exclamation, and raised her head buried in Galen's arms in confusion, and propped up an extremely ambiguous angle on Galen's body.

She blushed and said:

"Didn't it be Mr. Galen that you said that you want to enter... get to the point?"

"ah?"

Galen struggled to pull out a hand to brush away Kalifa's strands of blond hair scattered on his face, and asked doubtfully:

"Just chat, what are you doing?"

When something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Khalifa, a latent agent of CP9, suddenly appeared in front of Galen, and took the initiative to invite him, a stranger who met for the first time, to have a private chat

Galen, who knew Kalifa's true identity well, immediately guessed that it must be that CP9 had something to discuss with him, Qi Wuhai, the king.

Ordinary people naturally avoid this kind of government's secret police, but how can those mediocre agents of CP9 be Galen's opponents, and how could Galen be afraid of their threats?

So he agreed to Kalifa's invitation, and wanted to follow to see what kind of medicine was sold in CP9's gourd.

But Galen never expected it.

The enemy didn't say a word, and used such an unpredictable move against him as soon as he came up!

"You, you"

Khalifa was already a little incoherent: "Are you really here to chat with me?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do?"

Galen said angrily.

"That's just a chat"

"Why do you still think that there is not enough time, and always urge me to hurry up?"

Kalifa asked stammeringly.

"Of course we must hurry up!"

Galen's expression became more and more tense, and he said solemnly:

"Nami, she doesn't let me chat with other women alone. It will be terrible if she finds out about this!"

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Kalifa was suddenly speechless, her face completely froze.

Galen's domineering image as the legendary "world noble" instantly collapsed in Kalifa's heart.

But now she is still pressing on Galen's body, the warm and fragrant breath is pouring into Galen's nose, and the beautiful scenery inside the collar is also placed in Galen's eyes at a perfect angle.

The three-dimensional effect of interlaced light and shadow made Galen unable to open his eyes at all.

"etc."

Galen suddenly realized that there might be some mistakes in his previous thoughts, and he immediately felt a sense of loss that he missed five million.

So Galen was not in a hurry to push away Kalifa who was still in close contact with him, and asked with some hesitation:

"Kalifa"

"Difficult, didn't you come to chat with me?"

"No."

Khalifa suppressed all the blush on her face, she woke up from the confusion, and responded truthfully:

"I just came to chat with you."

Galen moved his hand a little, and Kalifa's body fell on him two more points:

"Do you need this posture for chat?"

The enlightened Galen suddenly became excited:

"If it's not chatting, we can go on"

"No."

Khalifa replied calmly: "This is chatting."