I'm Horny When I See You

Scarlett breathed in the night air as Dante pushed her wheelchair into the hospital garden. The leaves on the trees were starting to turn yellow because Weisant had entered autumn, and the air temperature felt chilling, so Scarlett had to wear a thick jacket.

Because Scarlett went to the garden at night, there were no other patients in the hospital garden. Besides the fact that the nurses forbade the patients to leave the room at night, the patients were also afraid to wander around in the dark of night.

However, the darkness of night wasn't something Scarlett or Dante feared. They were used to moving around at night, so walking in the park without lights didn't scare them at all.

"There's nothing for you to see here," Dante said as he put a restraint on Scarlett's wheelchair.

Dante led Scarlett in front of a fountain that seemed to glisten because of the light at the bottom of the fountain.

"I just want to breathe fresh air. Inhaling the smell of medicine for too long makes my head hurt," Scarlett replied.

Dante then sat down on a chair beside the fountain; then, he struck a match to light his cigarette.

"It's not fair! You can smoke, but I can't!" protested Scarlett.

While exhaling his cigarette smoke, Dante replied, "Sick people can only eat porridge."

Scarlett grunted, then looked up at the fountain instead of Dante's face. For a few moments, they said nothing and let the sound of the wind be the comfort between them.

Until Scarlett suddenly opened her voice, the silence broke. "Dante, are you happy to have the title of Don?"

Dante raised his head and watched Scarlett's face, which looked slightly gloomy. "Why do you ask like that?"

"I don't know, just curious." Scarlett raised her head to the sky, staring at the expanse of stars shining in the darkness of the night.

Instead of answering, Dante returned Scarlett's question, "What about you, Scarlett? Are you happy being Donna?"

"It feels quite pleasant. I can play around freely without being bound by morality and also have a lot of money."

Instead of looking happy, Scarlett's face looked darkened, and she let out a tired sigh. "However, sometimes it feels tiring."

If Scarlett were able to describe her life in one word, then the word that would emerge would be—

—Sleepless.

Scarlett didn't even know when was the last time she had a good night's sleep other than at the hospital. Every day, she had to get up earlier than everyone else and sleep later than everyone else.

Her world revolves around work, blood, and punishing those who dare to break her plans.

Scarlett actually loved the adrenaline that built up in her body as she kept working and beating people who annoyed her to death. However, sometimes Scarlett just wanted to lie in her bed in peace.

She also once thought like Silvano, who wanted to live in a small village, away from the people who always pointed a gun at Scarlett's head and away from those who tried to bring down Scarlett at any time.

However, Scarlett had never dared to dream of such a thing.

She was not someone who could walk towards peace because her body and soul had been bound in a world filled with blood since she was born into the world.

Scarlett was Lombardi's weapon and shield and would forever remain that way.

"I feel it too." Dante exhaled the smoke and lifted his head to look at the sky. "However, the world will always be spinning like that. Instead of lamenting the world I live in, it's better just to enjoy it."

After saying that, Dante paused before speaking again, "But Scarlett, do you become melancholic when you're sick?"

Scarlett gasped, her eyes widened, and her body instantly froze. After thinking about the answer for a while, she finally said, "Maybe."

When Scarlett decided to die at her wedding, she secretly yearned for death because she wanted to feel free.

Although God would plunge Scarlett's soul into the fires of hell, at least her life was no longer filled with vigilance and worry.

Scarlett exhaled roughly, then laughed to clear the awkward atmosphere between her and Dante. "Just forget my words. The nurse must have given me too much medicine until the medicine damaged my brain like this."

Scarlett patted herself on the cheek and tried to revive her sanity. She was Scarlett Lombardi, someone who loved blood and chaos, so how could she not want to see the pool of blood under her feet again?

Silvano's words that often talk about a peaceful life must have influenced Scarlett's mind.

"Scarlett," Dante threw a cigarette into Scarlett's hand. "You might need that to clear your head."

Scarlett eyes lit up; she looked happy when she saw the cigarette in her hand. "Dante, are you sure you want to give me this? Didn't you say patients can't smoke?"

"I'll take it again if you don't want it."

Scarlett immediately hid the cigarette in her hand when Dante intended to grab it. "You can't! What you've given, you can't take it back."

Scarlett then tucked the cigarette between her lips and protested, "You gave me a cigarette, but where's the lighter? Do you think this cigarette can light itself without a ligh—"

Scarlett was silent when she saw Dante bring his face closer to Scarlett's, causing the tip of the cigarette in Dante's lips to touch Scarlett's cigarette. The spark in Dante's cigarette slowly made the cigarette on Scarlett's lips light up.

"You don't need a match to light it." Dante took the cigarette from his lips and then gave Scarlett a little smile.

Scarlett felt her body freeze when she saw Dante's seductive smile. The cigarette on her lips would have almost fallen off if she hadn't pressed her lips that had opened slightly together.

"Dante, do you think sick people still able to fuck someone?" Scarlett chuckled, "I think I'm horny when I see you."