The Suave Jiu

A loud swoosh was heard!

From a staircase not far away, an object flew over. If Fan Jia hadn't taken a step back at the last moment, it would have landed on her face and that big object would have injured her.

Bam!

Bo Jiu made a turn, allowing the others to have a good look on her face.

A skateboard?

Fan Jia's eyes dimmed, her hands tightening into fists. Before anyone could react, the person on the staircase flipped, heading through the crowd smoothly. She stepped onto the rocks at the side and made a second turn, her movements fluid and suave.

She moved against the light.

Fan Jia could vaguely make out her appearance, Bo Jiu's striking silver hair landing with the sea breeze. She wore a black mask as she headed straight towards her.

The youngster made a sharp turn, her maroon t-shirt floating lightly with her action, exposing a stretch of fair skin on her waist, the exquisite curve a nourishing sight.