PERLAH’S POV:
“No Rodrigo, we aren’t killing anyone,” I corrected, pulling his ears.
“Ouch! So what should we do to them…cuddle?” Rodrigo yelled and smirked.
“Aren’t you tired of all this point and kill? First…wipe your tears so we can think of something,” I retorted, smiling warmly to ease his worries.
Obediently, Rodrigo pulled me to himself, wiping his tears off with my shirt, and then giggled afterward.
I stared at him as he displayed cuteness just after he was weeping, like his life depends on it. He’s probably growing nuts.
“Okay…please go on with your ideas, I’m desperate,” he encouraged.
Staring at him with all seriousness, I motioned for him to sit and once he did, I proceeded to speak when the doorbell rang.
“Who could that be? Everyone left us,” Rodrigo reasoned out, per
