My Lover Is An Ancient Evil Deity

　　“Have you got an appetite today？ Do you want to eat something？”

　　Fina stared intently at the nearly flawless handsome man before her, then probed further, "Or would you like to drink some water？"

　　Or she could have a hug and a kiss with him.

　　“No, thanks.”

　　The man with deep purple long hair kept his eyes fixed on the television screen. He shook his head, still wearing that cold and indifferent expression, but patiently replied to Fina, "I don't need anything. If there's anything you want me to do, just tell me directly, girlfriend."

　　Oh, well, I guess…

　　Today marks the fourth day of his refusal to eat or drink, still wanting nothing, showing no interest in anything except the television.

　　She had no idea why, but her boyfriend was just like a block of wood. He was blessed with god-like beauty, the sculpted physique of a statue—his chest and abdominal muscles sharply defined, and what lay between his legs was absolutely astonishing. He had clearly hit the genetic jackpot, yet he completely refused to leverage any of his advantages. Totally devoid of desire or ambition, the only gift he had ever accepted was a set of five-dollar discounted T-shirts and pants.

　　No matter how hard she tried to hint—whether dressing cute or s*xy—he never showed any reaction, not even sparing her a second glance.

　　She almost started to wonder if he was gay! Of course, to be fair, there wasn't really any emotional connection between them to begin with. He seemed to have lost his memory—unable to remember anything except that his name was Katz. As for her, she only wanted him for his good looks and great physique, plus the fact that he could help her with homework. So after she picked him up, she tentatively asked if he wanted to be her boyfriend, and surprisingly, he agreed.

　　Aside from these minor issues, this man practically granted her every wish. Even completely unreasonable and absurd requests—he would fulfill them without a second thought, without even asking why. He was truly the perfect, doting boyfriend.

　　Anyway, it all started four days ago.

　　Fina·Lee, a college student in New York, suddenly got a boyfriend who dropped from the sky—literally.

　　Her astronomy classmate claimed to have detected a meteor that hadn't been reported in the news. Excited, he urged her to come and see it right away, so a few of them drove separately to the observation site.

　　As a blazing meteorite tore through the air and plummeted from the sky, Fina found an unconscious man near the crater.

　　No, let me correct that—an unconscious god.

　　Like a piece of art, he lay curled up in the barren field with his eyes tightly shut, completely naked. It was impossible not to notice certain parts of his body, leaving Fina blushing furiously.

　　She must have accumulated a lot of good karma in her daily life to deserve seeing something like this…

　　The god-like man was breathing steadily and appeared to have no wounds on his body, but for some reason, she couldn't wake him up. In this situation, calling an ambulance would likely result in a bill of over five thousand dollars, and since she wasn't sure if he had health insurance, Fina loaded him into her car and brought him back to her apartment—only then realizing she might have been a bit reckless.

　　If this had happened before, she never would have done such a thing; it was her infatuation that clouded her judgment, making her instinctively want to position herself as his lifesaver. Besides, her apartment and hallway were equipped with cameras installed by the landlord, and her neighbor, a friendly British guy, would rush out to help if she called for him, so she felt completely safe.

　　However, he remained unconscious. At first, his body temperature was as low as if he had been frozen, but after Fina turned on an electric blanket to keep him warm, his temperature gradually recovered. Fina suspected he might have offended someone, which would explain why he was knocked out, stripped naked, and abandoned in the wilderness on an October night.

　　It must have been for humiliation… otherwise, they would have just killed him outright.

　　He slept for a long time, while Fina stayed up all night doing homework, occasionally glancing over at him. It wasn't until the next evening that the man finally woke up.

　　“Oh, you're awake.”

　　Seeing this, Fina immediately stood up from her seat. To prevent him from being confused about the situation, she quickly walked over to him and explained the situation.

　　“Hello, I'm Fina·Lee. You're in my apartment right now. Last night, I was observing a meteor shower in New Jersey when I found you unconscious. Since I wasn't sure if you had health insurance, I brought you back here first. How are you feeling now？ What happened？ Do you need me to call the police or take you home？ Oh, first have some water.”

　　“……”

　　The man who had just woken up looked a bit dazed. He didn't take the milk Fina offered him, but instead glanced around the room, then his gaze settled on her face. He stared at her expressionlessly for a moment before slowly speaking.

　　“I can't understand anything you're saying, and I can't remember anything before this. The only thing I can feel is darkness and nothingness.”

　　He seemed to be in low spirits, with a hidden anger deep inside him, though it was unclear who it was directed at.

　　What？

　　Fina was stunned. This was something she had never expected—the handsome guy she had picked up had actually lost his memory？!

　　Her first reaction was to wonder if he was joking with her, so she couldn't help but study his face seriously, trying to find traces of a lie, but this man looked too grave, furrowing his brows slightly as he surveyed the surroundings, seemingly perplexed by everything around him.

　　……Doesn't seem like an act.

　　So she had to ask again, "Then do you know who you are？"

　　He had nothing on him that could prove his identity, not a single cent. But he wore gem earrings that looked expensive, his hair was naturally and neatly curled, his eyes a rare violet color, his skin smooth and delicate—not that of a manual laborer. He seemed like someone who had lived a life of ease. At the very least, that deep, dignified aura was hard to conceal. Fina suspected he might be a modern aristocrat who had inherited some title, but his face looked so much like a 3D model that she couldn't quite figure out what ethnicity he was. His skin was fair, his hair naturally curly, somewhat resembling a Latin beauty. In short, he exuded pheromones from head to toe, making it almost impossible for Fina not to stare at him.

　　“……”

　　He slightly furrowed his brows, as if trying hard to recall, and finally responded in a low voice, "I can't remember anything."

　　This is bad, Fina thought to herself.

　　It seems his head was injured.

　　“Are you okay right now？ Do you need to go to the hospital？”

　　She sympathetically handed him the milk, but he didn't drink it at all, and didn't seem the least bit anxious either. He just continued to recall and state, "I don't feel anything, but I'm certain I had some kind of conflict with someone… For some reason, continuing to think fills me with anger. Now my head hurts badly. I need some time."

　　“At least that person didn't kill you.”

　　She pretended to comfort him lightheartedly, casually snapped a photo of this man, and posted it on her social media, asking if anyone knew who he was.

　　She didn't have many followers, but soon a burner account commented in a threatening tone: 【Is this your new man？! I knew you were an easy girl who likes sucking white d*ck! Disgusting! Don't pollute the bloodline of our Dragon Son!】

　　【Don't even think about seeing the cat again. I'm going to throw it away!】

　　“Are you crazy？! You're the disgusting one! I'm going to report you to the school!”

　　It was one of her ex-boyfriend's burner accounts. Blocking one and another popped up, a stalker with serious mental issues. The thing she regretted most was agreeing to share an apartment with him. Of course, she quickly realized something was off and kicked him out. But since the cat was adopted under his name, she tried to take it but he absolutely refused — she was at her wit's end.

　　Fina warned him angrily, then continued looking at the man with regret and said, “Then I can only take you to the police. But I have homework to do today and won't have time. After dawn, I also need to ask a friend to help me get my cat back from a scumbag. Can I accompany you to the police station after I submit my homework on Monday？ You can stay here for a couple of days for now.”

　　Of course, not everyone gets this treatment from her; being good-looking comes with privileges.

　　As she spoke, Fina took out a large-sized T-shirt and ugly sweatpants she had bought for five yuan at a supermarket downstairs, and pretended to speak naturally, “By the way, would you like to put on some clothes？ Ah, right - that's how you were dressed when I found you. I didn't move anything to avoid offending you.”

　　Since he had amnesia, Fina hoped he wouldn't misunderstand and think she had stripped him.

　　“……”

　　He fell into another long silence. Soon, he finally confirmed one thing.

　　“So it was you who helped me.” His tone was very certain.

　　“Yes. Yes.”

　　Fina nodded, happy that he realized this.

　　“Alright, although I don't know who I am, you will be rewarded.”

　　“It's fine; I don't need any reward.” Fina waved her hand casually, putting on a generous act.

　　The "aura" of the handsome guy she had picked up seemed to be ingrained in his habits and instincts; he must have been in a position of authority for a long time, especially when he said "repay" — it was as if he did it frequently. Of course, she was too embarrassed to make any excessive demands, but just as she hesitated, the man suddenly spoke again.

　　“I can sense that there's something you want.”

　　He suddenly said, "Make a wish to me. What is your wish？ I will grant it, as repayment for your help."

　　But he had lost his memory and seemed barely getting by himself, so what could she possibly ask him to do？

　　Ah, right — her kitten.

　　Fina had a sudden flash of inspiration.

　　“Then can you talk to my ex-boyfriend？ He took my cat 'Monarch' and is now threatening to abandon it. I want to get Monarch back.”

　　“A cat？”

　　“Yes, I was planning to find someone to go with me after dawn, but I don't want to see his annoying face again. Since you insist on helping, just help me get the cat back.”

　　The ex-boyfriend was a typical coward — when faced with someone bigger than him, he curled up like a scaredy-cat. If possible, she'd like to have this almost two-meter-tall tough guy help her "negotiate.

　　“Okay.”

　　The other party agreed surprisingly readily, "You'll get your cat. Now tell me who that man is."

　　“Really？ Thank you so much.”

　　Fina's eyes lit up as she quickly replied, "Would you like something to drink first？ I think you might need to rest a bit more. Maybe I should get you something to eat？"

　　“No need.”

　　He still refused the water and food, inquired about her ex-boyfriend's information, then stood up and left the apartment.

　　She hadn't really held out much hope, but a little over half an hour later, that man actually brought her cat back.

　　Though in an easily overlooked spot, the tip of the cat's tail seemed to have traces of dried blood.

　　“You're back! Wow! Thank you so much!”

　　When she saw him holding the black cat upon his return, Fina jumped up excitedly from her chair, hurried over to thank him, took Monarch from his arms, and began checking its condition.

　　That hot-tempered big black cat didn't seem at all afraid of this stranger who had brought it back; it was very docile. But it felt much thinner, with dried loose stool stuck to its bottom, patchy fur, and dirt in its ears.

　　“I knew that scumbag wouldn't take care of it properly.”

　　She grumbled curse words under her breath as she carried the cat into the bathroom to give it a bath, while offering him a grateful, "Thank goodness for you—otherwise, he'd never have given me the cat. By the way, did anything happen between you two？ Did he give you a hard time？"

　　She was genuinely worried that lunatic might have lost his mind—though he probably wouldn't dare provoke the big guy in front of her—but she was still surprised she had