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Training continued until around four or five in the afternoon, and most people had left the gym. Link headed to the locker room to shower and change, calling out a few times for Christine, ready to take her home.
"Is the training over?"
Christine woke up from the sofa, lazily stretching her limbs. The hem of her T-shirt had ridden up, revealing her fair thighs and those insufferable safety shorts.
"Awake? Do you want to take a shower?"
Link rubbed his hair with a towel and took a shirt out of the closet to put on.
"Why would I be in the locker room?"
Christine turned her head to look around. She remembered having eaten something, trained for a while, and then felt waves of sleepiness. Her eyelids couldn't resist drooping, and in the end, she couldn't help but fall asleep on the soft bench by the weight rack.
