It was more than D; it had to be at least an E-cup or larger.
Furthermore, the shape was incredibly beautiful—rounded, full, high, and firm—and it was clearly all natural.
Chuck secretly marveled.
This kind of natural gift was completely beyond the reach of Asian women.
Julia sat in a daze for a moment, then, as if realizing something, she suddenly stood up, looked at Chuck, and asked,
"Hey, are we screwed?"
Chuck was taken aback by the despair in her face.
So pessimistic already?
Well, this was probably the normal reaction of anyone stranded on a deserted island.
If he hadn't awakened his System right away, he would probably be more negative than she was.
But she was the only other person he had encountered on this beach, so he needed to cheer her up, or he'd have no choice but to leave her behind.
Chuck organized his thoughts slightly, then looked at the woman and said, "Don't think that way. Although our chances of rescue are indeed slim, if we hold on, we will eventually wait for the day help arrives."
While he was trying to comfort her, Chuck wasn't exactly lying.
Times were different now; technology was advanced, satellite capabilities were mature, and with so many passengers on the plane, their families and friends would never give up. So, if they just waited, there was a high hope of rescue.
The question was, could they survive long enough to see that rescue?
However, the latter part was obviously not suitable for comforting her, so Chuck didn't say it.
Fortunately, Chuck's encouragement seemed to reignite a spark of hope in Julia. The desperate blue in her eyes gradually regained a little light.
She looked at Chuck and nodded gently.
"Thank you for comforting me. I feel a bit better."
She raised a hand, gathered her long, golden hair—which was wet from the seawater—and pulled a hair tie from her pants pocket to secure it in a ponytail, revealing a delicate neck so white it seemed to reflect light.
She then extended her hand to Chuck.
"My name is Julia Maxwell. I'm a foreign exchange student from Ghana. What should I call you?"
"Chuck."
Shaking hands with the foreign woman, Chuck inwardly complimented her.
No wonder she looked so young and beautiful; she was still a university student.
It was currently July, so she was likely flying home for the summer break when she encountered the plane crash.
What rotten luck.
Julia nodded politely, remembering his name. She seemed used to Chinese naming conventions.
What slightly surprised Chuck was that after pulling her hand back, she took a half-step back and looked him up and down with her gem-like eyes.
Then, a subtle curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Chuck, you look very sturdy!"
The sudden compliment left Chuck momentarily stunned. He then looked down at himself.
Since it was the middle of summer, and he was traveling abroad for business, he was only wearing casual shorts and a tank top, exposing a pair of muscular arms and lean, strong legs.
Chuck chuckled, "I appreciate the compliment."
Despite being a corporate worker, Chuck had maintained his exercise habit since university. Even with a busy work schedule, he tried to squeeze in a few days of exercise every week.
So, although he didn't look huge at first glance, he was definitely the 'fit in clothes, muscular out of clothes' type, and his physical fitness was top-notch.
Julia withdrew her gaze and offered an admiring thumbs-up.
As a Western woman, her aesthetic preferences naturally leaned toward a more masculine physique.
"Can I rely on you from now on? You can tell me anything I can do. If we work together, our chances of survival might be greater."
Such a direct request was completely unexpected for Chuck.
He felt an inexplicable appreciation for her.
In this situation, if it were a typical spoiled princess, she would have engaged in back-and-forth arguments, then played the victim, using manipulative tactics to gain advantage while pretending to be helpful.
Compared to that, this straightforward request—which clearly implied reciprocity—made Chuck feel truly refreshed.
"No problem. Let's help each other and work hard together!"
Chuck nodded and shook hands with the foreign woman again.
But the next moment, something shocking happened again.
[Notification: Host detected forming a partnership with a female companion. Workbench hidden feature activated! Detecting…]
[Detection complete!]
[Name: Julia Maxwell]
[Age: 20]
[Stats: Appearance Score 9.5, Measurements 40/23/38 inches (102/59/98 cm), Romantic History 0]
[Overall Rating: 9.9!]
[Perfectly meets the standard! Trust Level Detection activated!]
[Current Trust Level: 13 (Stranger)]
[One person has two hands; two people have four hands. Raise your companion's Trust Level to 50 points to unlock an extra Crafting Queue. Raise it to the maximum of 100 points to unlock the Workbench Exclusive Bonus!]
What the…
There's a hidden feature?!
The screen that suddenly appeared before his eyes flashed with a rapid stream of information, leaving Chuck once again shocked, frozen in place.
From Julia's perspective, Chuck wouldn't let go after shaking her hand.
And then he kept staring at her chest…
A blush instantly rose on her cheeks. She forcefully pulled her hand away from Chuck and then looked at him with a hint of vigilance.
"Chuck… I have to say this upfront, because you might have the wrong idea about us foreigners, but I am not that kind of easy woman you think I am."
As soon as she said this, Chuck looked up blankly, not yet understanding why she would say such a thing. Then he saw new information pop up on the screen.
[Julia's Trust Level in you has dropped by 2 points. Current Trust Level: 11 (Stranger)]
The Workbench's 'golden finger' suddenly gained a function to unlock slots by increasing a female companion's trust. Frankly, this made Chuck feel both excited and complicated.
If he had to describe it, it was like downloading a survival game, thinking the title was Island Romance…
Only to find out as he played that it was Island Harem Rhapsody.
This was just too good to be true, wasn't it?
But one thing truly surprised Chuck.
As Julia said, Chuck did have some prejudice against foreign women, especially those from the West. After all, he had watched plenty of campus dramas, and the lives of white teenagers under the 'fun education' system were incredibly wild.
But even so, when the System displayed Julia's personal information, Chuck was stunned by the '0' next to 'Romantic History.'
A 20-year-old white foreign exchange student, so self-respecting?
Most importantly, she wasn't unattractive; quite the opposite, she was a premium catch…
Absurd.
This wasn't just being pure in a muddy stream; it was like coming out of a cesspool completely untainted.
No wonder she had just said she wasn't the kind of woman Chuck thought she was.
Just as Chuck was about to lead Julia back to the main beach to start exploring the jungle interior, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Hey, look over there!"
Following Julia's pointed finger, Chuck finally noticed a narrow cave entrance in the rocky cliff wall at the end of the beach!
Although the cave was very close to the coastline, its entrance was about half a person's height above the ground.
The two excitedly reached the cave entrance, climbed up the approximately one-meter-high rock face, and entered the cave.
It wasn't large, about two square meters, but the ground was dry, and there were no signs of animal activity.
The more Chuck looked, the happier he became.
A natural shelter!
The climate on a tropical island was, of course, prone to frequent rainfall.
With this cave for shelter, they would at least have a place to stay during bad weather!
"We're so lucky!"
Julia was also delighted, clapping her hands non-stop, but soon her brow furrowed, and she sat down right where she was.
"Oh, damn, my head hurts so bad…"
A light sheen of sweat appeared on her delicate forehead; her face was pale, and her lips were cracked.
Seeing this, Chuck quickly realized she was showing symptoms of dehydration.
Although he only had two coconuts left, this was no time to be stingy. He immediately took one out, used the stone knife to pierce a hole, and handed it to Julia.
"Have some coconut water. It should make you feel better."
"Oh… a coconut? Thank you so much…"
When Julia saw the fresh coconut Chuck offered, her eyes instantly filled with longing. She quickly took it, sincerely thanking Chuck before taking large gulps.
She drank so eagerly that a drop of colorless coconut water slipped from the corner of her lips, traced down her smooth neck, and finally disappeared into the deep cleavage below…
Chuck only spared a quick glance this time before looking away.
He couldn't explain the previous incident even if he wanted to, and he didn't want to be misunderstood again for no reason.
Julia finished gulping down the water, then put down the coconut and sighed contentedly.
"Oh my god, I seriously needed that…"
Then she looked at Chuck, smiling, and surprisingly offered the coconut back to him.
"Thank you, Chuck. You should have some too."
Chuck was taken aback by this.
In a situation like this, she could still control her greed and voluntarily share with someone else?
That was truly rare.
Chuck complimented her in his heart, then gently shook his head.
"I've already had some. You should finish it up quickly, and then we need to leave soon."
Hearing Chuck's words, Julia was first surprised, then her eyes showed gratitude. She didn't refuse again and tilted her head back to drain the rest of the coconut.
In front of Chuck, the System prompt appeared once more.
[Julia's Trust Level in you has increased by 5 points. Current Trust Level: 16 (Stranger)]