But it was no use; she still felt like someone kicked her in the back of her knee, and in the next second, she lost control and fell forward.
Jiaojiao thought that this time she might not be so lucky. She could almost foresee her tragic state, possibly even dying, and if she was lucky, she'd still face a bone fracture.
She covered her face with her hands, just praying to be a little lucky and not ruin this face.
But a few seconds later, she felt her body, which had been leaning forward, return to its original position. There was a force pulling her shoulder and arm backwards.
"Jiaojiao, are you okay?" Yang Xiaona was so scared that her face turned white, and her hands gripping Jiaojiao's shoulders were trembling.
"You little girl, you really aren't afraid of death. At this height, anyone could easily step on you and squash you!" A familiar male voice sounded from the other side.
