Translations:Codex: BXBI: II/179/en

And then Chris took stock of her lips. They were thicker than they had been, and still swelling. Her upper lip’s arc had smoothed out, the natural shape puffed up into a rounder, tighter, faker pout. Her lower lip matched it for thickness almost perfectly, as if her plastic surgeon had a great eye for detail. They just slightly parted in the middle, making a pout even when she wasn’t trying to pout.