Chu Ge really did have her "wrapped up."
Normally, Qiu Wuji looked close to five foot seven, while Chu Ge was just over five foot eleven. A height difference of a few inches was perfectly normal, and they looked well matched walking side by side.
But once she curled up slightly and nestled in his arms, she was like a fledgling sheltered beneath an eagle's outspread wings, enclosed on all sides without a single gap.
Chu Ge had no other means at his disposal. He only knew movement techniques and the Golden Bell Shield, so his instinctive way of protecting her could only be to block the attack with his body. Actually, what he had done for Zhang Qiren back then was much the same, except he had not put his arms around him.
By now, Qiu Wuji had long forgotten that. Instead, she remembered how he had shielded her the same way when the crowd jostled them at the cinema, and had even said something so cluelessly male that it deserved a beating.
This time, he went a step further. His arms held her tight, his body bent slightly to shelter her beneath him, enclosing her completely, afraid the ambusher might attack from another angle and hurt her even a little.
That sense of security was like taking shelter in a warm home while a storm raged outside.
It was as though she had chosen to teach him movement techniques and the Golden Bell Shield back then just to make this scene possible.
In truth, even without Chu Ge, she could have won this fight easily. It would merely have taken a little more effort: defending herself first, then dealing with the enemy. There was no way her opponent could have escaped the fury that followed.
But with him